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FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.  D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED   BY   HIM   TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


lection         H 


THE 


Hymnal 


of  the 


Reformed  Church  in  the  United  States. 


fi    j&eleetoeg    @f    Hymns  -  and     i  unes 


for 


-^ CHRISTIAN  WORSHIP.^- 


Prepared    by    a    Committee   appointed    by 


the;  general  synod. 


Praise  ye  the  Lord,  Praise   God  in  His  Sanctuary: 


CLEVELAND  O. : 

Publishing  House  of  the  Reformed  Church, 

1134—1138  Pearl  Street. 


Copyright  1890 

By  the 

General  Synod  of  the  Reformed  Church  in  the  United  States. 


PREFACE. 

The  Committee,  to  whom  was  intrusted  the  work  of  preparing  a 
Hymnal  for  the  use  of  "The  Reformed  Church  in  the  United  States", 
has  endeavored  faithfully  to  abide  by  the  instructions  given  at  the  time 
of  its  appointment  at  the  meeting  of  the  General  Synod  at  Akron,  Ohio, 
June  1887,  viz:  "To  prepare  such  a  Collection  as  may,  in  the  judgment 
of  the  committee,  be  best  adapted  to  the  needs  of  the  Reformed  Church 
in  the  United  States." 

In  now  presenting  to  the  Church  the  results  of  its  long  and  arduous 
labors,  the  committee  desires,  first  of  all,  to  return  most  devout  thanks 
to  the  great  Head  of  the  Church  for  His  most  gracious  guidance  and 
help,  and  to  pray  that  this  Collection  of  hymns  of  praise  may,  for  many 
years  to  come,  redound  to  His  increasing  glory  in  the  service  of  the  Sanct- 
uary ;  and  furthermore  to  express  the  hope  that  this  Hymnal  may  prove 
to  be  truly  suited  to  the  needs  of  the  people  of  the  Reformed  Church,  and 
be  abundantly  blessed  to  their  spiritual  edification  and  profit. 

To  choose  from  the  vast  amount  of  material  at  hand,  and  to  decide 
what  hymns  should  be  admitted  to  the  Collection  and  what  excluded,  has 
been  no  easy  task.  On  a  careful  examination,  however,  it  will  be  found 
that  very  few,  if  any,  of  the  good  old  hymns,  endeared  to  our  people 
from  long  usage,  have  been  omitted ;  while  on  the  other  hand  the  claims 
of  the  more  valuable  amongst  the  modern  and  popular  compositions  have 
by  no  means  been  disregarded. 

In  preparing  this  Collection,  the  aim  has  been  not  only  to  choose  the 
best  hymns,  but  also  to  select  the  best  music  available  (some  of  it  at  a 
very  considerable  cost  for  copyright  privileges),  and  furthermore  so  to 
adapt  the  tunes  to  the  words  as  at  once  to  gratify  a  cultivated  literary  and 
musical  taste,  and  to  insure  the  hearty  enjoyment  of  the  people.  Of 
necessity  by  far  the  larger  number  of  tunes  are  old.  They  have  been  so 
long  in  use,  and  are  so  enshrined  in  the  best  affections  of  God's  people 
that  to  omit  them  would  have  been  a  serious  offense.  At  the  same  time, 
also,  much  of  the  music  will  be  found  to  be  new.  A  vast  number  of 
so-called  "popular  tunes",  whose  favor  is  as  surprising  as  it  is  ephemeral, 
have  been  studiously  avoided ;    but  those  tunes  of  a  more  recent  composi- 

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tion  which  appear  to  possess  permanent  and  intrinsic  value,  have  been 
as  carefully  admitted. 

It  is  now  the  pleasant  duty  of  the  Committee  to  acknowledge  the  uni- 
form courtesy  and  kindness  of  many  brethren  in  the  ministry,  and 
amongst  the  laity  of  the  Church,  during  the  preparation  of  this  work? 
and  more  particularly  to  express  their  obligation'  to  the  following 
persons — 

To  Mr.  H.  T.  Buckley,  organist  of  Third  Street  Reformed  Church, 
Easton,  Pa.:  to  Mrs  H.  M.  Kieffer,  of  Easton,  Pa.:  and  to  Miss  Lizzie 
May  Fitz,  of  Martinsburg,  West  Va.,  for  valuable  assistance  in  the  mu- 
sical part  of  the  work. 

To  Bishop  J.  H.  Vincent ;  to  Miss  Alice  Nevin ;  to  Dr.  E.  P.  Parker ; 
to  Professors  J.  H.  Kurzenknabe,  E.  C.  Zartman,  Fred.  Schilling  and  Ira 
D.  Sankey  for  special  privileges  in  the  use  of  tunes  of  their  composition. 

To  the  following  musical  composers  and  publishers  for  permission  to 
use  tunes  of  their  composition  or  ownership  —  Oliver  Ditson  &  Co.,  Big- 
low  &  Main,  John  Church  &  Co.,  Mrs.  Sarah  N.  Holbrook,  Mrs.  Lizzie 
Tourgee  Estabrook,  Mr.  U.  C.  Burnap,  Mr.  Theo.  E.  Perkins,  Mr.  John 
R.  Sweney,  Mr.  Wm.  G.  Fischer ;  also  to  The  Publication  Board  of  the 
Reformed  Church  for  permission  to  use  the  hymns  composed  by  the  Rev. 
Dr.  E.  E.  Higbee  and  the  Rev.  Dr.  E.  H.  Eevin,  and  for  all  music  selected 
from  "Tunes  for  Worship"  by  Prof.  Henry  Schwing. 

And  finally  to  Prof.  Henry  Schwing  both  for  permission  to  use  music 
of  his  composition,  and  for  his  valued  services  in  editing  the  musical  part 
of  this  collection. 

May  this  Hymnal  commend  itself  to  the  people  of  the  Reformed 
Church  in  the  United  States.  May  it  soon  become  the  one  book  of  praise 
in  common  use  throughout  all  sections  of  the  Church.  And  may  God 
abundantly  bless  it  to  His  service  for  many  years  to  come. 

H.  M.  Kieffer, 

J.  A.  HOFFHEINS, 

John  M.  Schick, 

H.  H.  W.  HlBSHMAN. 


NOTICE. — Many  hymns  and  tunes  in  this  collection,  as  well  as  the  arrangements 
and  adaptations  of  music,  are  introduced  "by  permission",,  either  purchased  or  given  ; 
and,  therefore,  can  not  be  used  without  the  consent  of  the  authors  or  owners  of  the 
Copyrights. 


CONTENTS. 


Pages. 
GENERAL   PRAISE 1-7 

ADVENT   SEASON 8-28 

CHRISTMAS  SEASON 29-41 

NEW   YEAR 42-45 

EPIPHANY-MISSIONS 46-70 

LENT 71-97 

PASSION  WEEK 98-115 

EASTER  SEASON 116-135 

ASCENSION  DAY 136-143 

WHITSUNTIDE 144-150 

TRINITY  SUNDAY., 151-156 

TRINITY  SEASON 157-215 

BAPTISM  AND  CONFIRMATION 216-225 

HOLY  COMMUNION 226-236 

ORDINATION  AND  INSTALLATION.237-239 

CORNER  -  STONE     AND      CHURCH 

CONSECRATION 240-245 


Packs. 
BURIAL 246-255 

HARVEST  AND  THANKSGIVING.. ..256-267 

MORNING  AND  EVENING 268-285 

OPENING  AND   CLOSING 286-293 

CHILDRENS'   SERVICE 294-313 

MISCELLANEOUS 314-333 

CHANTS 334-350 

RESPONSES  AND  DOXOLOGIES 351-355 

ALPHABETICAL  INDEX  OF  TUNES.356-358 

METRICAL  INDEX 359-361 

INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS 362-363 

INDEX  OF  AUTHORS 364-366 

INDEX  FOR  THE  CHURCH  YEAR...         367 

INDEX  OF   CHANTS 368 

INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES 369-375 


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1.  We  praise  |  Thee,  0  |  God ;  ||  We  acknowledge  |  Thee  to  |  be  the  |  Lord. 

2.  All  the  earth  doth  |  worship  |  Thee,  ||  the  |  Father  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

3.  To  Thee  all  angels  |  cry  a-|  loud  :  ||  the  heavens  and  |  all  the  |  powers  there- 1  in. 

4.  To  Thee  Cherubim  and  |  Seraph-  |  im  ||  con-  |  tinual-  |  ly  do  |  cry, 

5.  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  |  God  of  |  Sabaoth.  ||  Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  the  | 

majesty  |  of  Thy  |  glory. 

6.  The  glorious  company  of  the  apostles  |  praise —  |  Thee  :  ||  the  goodly  fellow- 

ship of  the  |  prophets  |  praise —  |  Thee : 
7„  The  noble  army  of  martyrs  |  praise—  |  Thee  :  ||  the  holy  Church  throughout 
all  the  world  |  doth  ac-  |  knowledge  |  Thee, 

8.  The  |  Fa—  |  ther,  ||  of  an  [  infinite  |  Majes-  |  ty ; 

9.  Thine  adorable,  true,  and  |  only  |  Son :    ||    Also,  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost,  the  | 

Comforter. 

10.  Thou  art  the  King  of  Glory,  |  0— |  Christ:  ||  Thou  art  the  everlasting  |  Son— 

|  of  the  |  Father. 

11.  When  Thou  tookest  upon  Thee  to  de-  |  liver  |  man,  ||  Thou  didst  humble 

Thyself  to  be  |  born —  |  of  a  |  virgin. 

12.  When  Thou  hadst  overcome  the  |  sharpness  of  |  death,  ||  Thou  didst  open  the 

kingdom  of  |  heaven  to  |  all  be-  |  lievers. 

13.  Thou  sittest  at  the  right  |  hand  of  |  God,  ||  in  the  |  glory  |  of  the  |  Father.  v 

14.  We  believe  that  Thou  shalt  come  to  |  be  our  |  Judge:  ||  we  therefore  pray 

Thee,  help  Thy  servants,  whom  Thou  hast  redeemed  |  with  Thy  |  precious 
|  blood. 

15.  Make  them  to  be  numbered  |  with  Thy  |  saints,  ||  in  |  glory  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

16.  O  Lord,  |  save  Thy  |  people,  ||  and  |  bless—  |  Thy—  [  heritage. 

17.  Gov-  |  ern —  |  them,  ||  and  |  lift  them  |  up  for-  |  ever. 

18.  Day  by  day  we  |  magnify  |  Thee:  |)  And  we  worship  Thy  name  ever,  |  world 

with-  |  out —  |  end. 

19.  Vouch-  |  safe,  0  |  Lord,  ||  to  keep  us  this  |  day  with-  |  out —  |  sin. 

20.  O  Lord,  have  |  mercy  up-  |  on  us,  ||  have  |  mer |  cy  up-  |  on  us. 

21.  O  Lord,  let  Thy  mercy  |  be  up-  |  on  us,  ||  as  our  |  trust  is  |  in—  [  Thee. 

22.  0  Lord,  in  Thee  |  have  I  |  trusted:  ||  let  me  |  never  |  be  con-  |  founded. 


GENERAL  PRAISE. 
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1  The  strain  upraise  of  joy  and  praise.  Alle-  |  lu-ia  ! 

To  the  glory  of  their  king  shall  the  ransomed  |  people  sing, 

Alle-  |  luia  !  ||  Me-  |  luia  ! 

2  And  the  choirs  that  |  dwell  on  high. 

Shall  re-echo  |  through  the  sky,  ||  Alle-  \  luia  !  ||  Alle-  |  luia  ! 

3  They  in  the  rest  of  ,  Paradise  who  dwell, 

The  blessed  ones  with  joy  the  ]  chorus  swell,  ||  AHe-  |  luia  !  ||  -471e-  |  luia  ! 

4  The  planets  glitt'ring  on  their  |  heavenly  way. 

The  shining  constellations,  |  join  and  say,  ||  Alle-  |  luia  !   ||  Alle-  |  luia  ! 

5  Ye  clouds  that  onward  sweep,  ye  winds  on  |  pinions  light, 

Ye  thunders,  echoing  loud  and  deep,  ye  lightnings,  |  wildly  bright, 

||  In  sweet  con-  j  sent  unite  ||  Your  Alle-  |  luia  ! 

6  Ye  floods  and  ocean  billows,  ye  storms  and  |  winter  snow, 
Ye  days  of  cloudless  beaut}',  hoar  frost,  and  I  summer  glow, 

||  Ye  groves  that  wave  in  spring,  and  ^orious  |  forests  sing,  ||  Alle-  |  luia  ! 

7  First  let  the  birds  with  painted  j  plumage  ga}*. 

Exalt  their  great  Creators  |  praise  and  say,  ||  Alle-  |  luia  !  ||  Alle-  |  luia  ! 

8  Then  let  the  beasts  of  earth,  with  [  varying  strain, 

Join  in  creation's  hymn  and  j  cry  again,  ||  Alle-  |  luia  !  ||  Ahe-  |  luia  ! 

9  Here  let  the  mountains  thunder  forth  so-  |  norous,  ||  Alle-  |  luia ! 
There  let  the  valleys  sing  in  gentlev  |  chorus,  ||  Al\e-  |  luia ! 

10  Thou  jubilant  a%ss  of  |  ocean  cry,  ||  Alle-  |  luia  ! 

Ye  tracts  of  earth,  and  conti-  |  nents,  reply  ||  AHe-  |  luia  ! 

11  To  God.  who  all  eve-  |  ation  made, 

The  frequent  hymn  be  |  duly  paid  :  ||  ^4/le-  |  luia  !  ||  Alle-  |  luia ! 

12  This  is  the  strain,  the  eternal  strain,  the  Lord  Al-  |  mighty  loves  :  ||  AHe-  |  luia! 
This  is  the  song,  the  heavenly  sons,  that  Christ,  the  [  King  approves  : 

j|  AHe-  |  luia! 

13  Wherefore  we  sing,  both  heart  and  voice  a-  |  waking,  ||  AHe  \  luia! 
And  children's  voices  echo,  answer  |  making,  ||  Alle-  |  luia  ! 

14  Now  from  all  men — be  outpoured  ||  .4/le-  |  luia — to  the  Lord; 
With  ^1/leluia. — ever  more  ||  The  Son  and  Spirit — we  adore. 

15  Praise  be  done  to  the — Three  in  One.  ||  AHe-  |  luia  ! 
.4/le-  |  luia!  II  Alle-  I  luia!   Amen. 


GENERAL  PRAISE. 


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The  heavens  and  all  the  powers  on  high: 
Thee,  holy,  holy,  holy  King, 
Lord  God  of  hosts,  they  ever  sing. 

3  The  apostles  join  the  glorious  throng ; 
The  prophets  swell  the  immortal  song ; 
The  martyrs'  noble  army  raise 
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4  From  day  to  day,  0  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  Thee  ! 
Thy  Name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  for  evermore  ! 

5  Vouchsafe,  0  Lord,  we  humbly  pray, 
To  keep  us  safe  from  sin  this  day  ; 
Have  mercy,  Lord  !  we  trust  in  Thee  ; 
Oh,  let  us  ne'er  confounded  be ! 

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3  Thy  praises,  Lord,  I  will  resound 
To  all  the  listening  nations  round  ;    . 
Thy  mercy  highest  heaven  transcends; 
Thy  truth  beyond  the  clouds  extends. 

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GENERAL  PRAISE. 


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2  Glorified  apostles  raise, 
Night  and  day,  continual  praise  ; 
Hast  Thou  not  a  mission  too 
For  Thy  children  here  to  do  ? 
With  the  prophets'  goodly  line 
We  in  mystic  bond  combine  ; 
For  Thou  hast  to  babes  revealed 
Things  that  to  the  wise  were  sealed. 

3  Martyrs,  in  a  noble  host, 

Of  Thy  cross  are  heard  to  boast ; 
Since  so  bright  the  crown  they  wear, 
We  with  them  Thy  cross  would  bear. 
All  Thy  Church,  in  heaven  and  earth, 
Jesus  !  hail  Thy  spotless  birth  ;  — 
Seated  on  the  judgment-throne, 
Xumber  us  among  Thine  own  ! 

J.  E.  Millard,  tr. 


1  Glory  be  to  God  on  high.— 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky  ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven,- 
Man.  the  well-beloved  of  heaven. 


Sovereign  Father,  Heavenly  King  ! 
Thee  we  now  presume  to  sing  ; 
Glad  Thine  attributes  confess, 
Glorious  all,  and  numberless. 


2  Hail,  by  all  Thy  works  adored  ! 
Hail,  the  everlasting  Lord  ! 
Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove, — 
God  of  power,  and  God  of  love  ! 
Christ  our  Lord  and  God  we  own. — 
Christ  the  Father's  only  Son  ; 
Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
Saviour  of  offending  man. 


3  Jesus  !  in  Thy  name  we  pray, 
Take,  oh,  take  our  sins  awajT  ! 
Powerful  Advocate  with  God  ! 
Justify  us  by  Thy  blood. 
Hear,  for  Thou,  0  Christ  !  alone 
Art  with  Thy  great  Father  One  ; 
One  the  Holy  G-host  with  Thee  ;— 
One  supreme  eternal  Three. 

C.  Weslay. 


GENERAL  PRAISE. 


F.  F.  FLEMING,  1810. 


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1.     Praise  ye  the  Fa-ther!  for  His  lov-ing  kindness,  Ten-der-ly  cares  He  for  His  err-ing 

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2  Praise  ye  the  Saviour !  great  is  His 

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Young   men  and  maidens,  ye  old  men 

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Praise  ye  the  Saviour  ! 

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3  Praise  ye  the  Spirit  !    Comforter  of 

Israel, 
Sent  of  the  Father  and  the  Son  to  bless  us ; 
Praise  ye  the   Father,    Son   and   Holy 
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Praise  ye  the  Triune  God. 

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2  Hosanna!   Sovereign,  Prophet,  Priest! 
How  vast  Thy  gifts,  how  free  ! 

Thy  blood,  our  life;  Thy  word,  our  feast; 
Thy  name,  our  only  plea. 

3  Hosanna  !  Master  !  lo  !  we  bring 
Our  offerings  to  Thy  throne  ; 

Not  gold,  nor  myrrh,  nor  mortal  thing, 
But  hearts  to  be  Thine  own. 


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4  Hosanna  !  once  Thy  gracious  ear  ' 
Approved  a  lisping  throng  ; 

Be  gracious  still,  and  deign  to  hear 
Our  poor  but  grateful  song. 

5  0  Saviour  !  if  redeemed  by  Thee, 
Thy  temple  we  behold, 

Hosannas  through  eternit}7 
We'll  sing  to  harps  of  gold. 

William  H.  Eavergal,  183S, 


GENERAL  PRAISE. 


HARWELL.     8s,  7s.    D. 


DR.  LOWELL  MASON.      17y2-1872. 


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2  Ever  thus  in  God's  high  praises, 

Brethren,  let  our  tongues  unite, 
While  our  thoughts  His  greatness  raises, 

And  our  love  His  gifts  excite  : 
With  His  seraph  train  before  Him, 

With  His  holy  Church  below, 
rhus  unite  we  to  adore  Him, 

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3  Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 

Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored  ; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Thus  Thy  glorious  name  confessing, 

We  adopt  the  angels'  cry, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  blessing 

Thee,  the  Lord  our  God  most  high ! 

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2  Alleluia!  Church  victorious, 
Join  the  concert  of  the  sky  1 

Alleluia  !  bright  and  glorious, 

Lift,  ye  saints,  this  strain  on  high  ! 

We,  poor  exiles, 
Join  not  yet  your  melody. 

3  Alleluia  !  strains  of  gladness 
Suit  not  souls  with  anguish  torn  : 

Alleluia  !  sounds  of  sadness 


Best  become  our  state  forlorn  : 

Our  offences 
We  with  bitter  tears  must  mourn. 
4  But  our  earnest  supplication 
Holy  God,  we  raise  to  Thee  : 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 
Make  us  all  Thy  joys  to  see  ! 

Alleluia  ! 
Ours  at  length  this  strain  shall  be. 

John  Chandler.    1837. 


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2  Blest  Advent  of  our  ling'ring  Lord  ! 
How  high  the  hope,  how  sure  the  word. 
That  thus,  with  every  year's  return, 
Makes  our  dull  hearts  within  us  burn 
For  that  long-sought  and  promised  day, 
When  "heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away," 
And  Christ  from  highest  heav'ns  shall  come 
To  take  His  waiting  people  home. 


3  Since  childhood's  early  hours,  our  eyes 
Have  watch'd  the  East  for  red'ningskiesl 
Year  after  year  has  Advent  brought 
Nearer  to  us  the  Prize  we  sought ; 
But  still  it  lingers — 0  that  we 
Were  more  prepared  to  welcome  Thee ! 
Thine  Advent,  with  its  angel  throng, 
Would  not  be  tarrying,  Lord,  so  long. 

J.  S.  B.  Monsell.    1857. 


ALTON. 


8s,  7s,  4s. 


HENRY  SMART 


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1.  O'er  the  distant  mountains  breaking,  Comes  the  red'ning  dawn  of  day :  Rise,  my  soul,  from  sleep  awaking,  Rise  and  sing,  and  watck 

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2  O  Thou  long-expected,  weary 
Waits  my  anxious  soul  for  Thee  : 

Life  is  dark,  and  earth  is  dreary, 
Where  Thy  light  I  do  not  see. 

O  my  Saviour, 
When  wilt  Thou  return  to  me  ? 

3  Long,  too  long  in  sin  and  sadness, 
Far  &way  from  Thee  I  pine, 

When,  0  when,  shall  I  the  gladness 


Of  Thy  Spirit  feel  in  mine  ? 

O  my  Saviour, 
When  shall  I  be  wholly  Thine  ? 

Nearer  is  my  soul's  salvation, 
Spent  the  night,  the  day  at  hand  ; 
Keep  me  in  my  lonely  station, 
Watching  for  Thee,  till  I  stand, 

0  my  Saviour, 
In  Thy  bright  and  promised  land. 
5  With   my    lamp    well  trimmed   and 
burning 
Swift  to  hear,  and  slow  to  roam, 
Watching  for  Thy  glad  returning 
To  restore  me  to  my  home  : 

Come,  my  Saviour, 
0  my  Saviour,  quickly  come  ! 

J.  S.  B.  MonseU. 


ADVENT. 


14        ZION.     8s,  7S&4S. 


THOMAS  HASTINGS.      1830. 


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Hal-le  -  lu-jah!   God    ap-pears   on  earth  to     reign ! 

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2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him, 
Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 

Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced,  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away  ; 

All  who  hate  Him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  ; 

Come  to  judgment  ! 
Come  to  judgment,  come  away  ! 

lO         BREST.     8s,  7S&4S. 


4  Now  Redemption,  long  expected, 
See  in  solemn  pomp  appear ! 

All  His  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  Him  in  the  air : 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear  ! 

5  Answer  Thine  own  Bride  and  Spirit ! 
Hasten,  Lord,  the  general  doom ; 

The  new  heav'n  and  earth  t'  inherit 
Take  Thy  pining  exiles  home  ; 

All  creation 
Travails,  groans,  and  bids  Thee  come? 

6  Yea,  Amen  !  let  all  adore  Thee, 
High  on  Thine  eternal  throne  : 

Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  Thine  own  ; 

O  come  quickly, 
Everlasting  God,  come  down. 

Charles  Wesley  and  John  Cennick, 
Altered  by  M.  Madan. 

LOWELL  MASON. 


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2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing. 
Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 
Ye,  who  long  for  His  appearing, 
Then  shall  say,  this  God  is  mine  ! 

Gracious  Saviour. 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  Thine. 


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ic^H  Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea  ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  His  look,  prepare  to  flee  : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 


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4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say, — "Come  near,  ye  blessed  I 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow  : 

You  forever 
Shall  My  love  and  glory  know." 

John  Neiclon.     1TH. 


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2  The  terrors  of  that  awful  day, 

O  who  can  understand  ? 
Or  who  abide,  when  Thou  in  wrath 

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The  earth  shall  quake,  the  sea  shall  roar, 

The  sun  in  heaven  grow  pale  ; 
But  Thou  hast  sworn,  and  wilt  not  change, 

Thy  faithful  shall  not  fail. 

3  Then  grant  us,  Saviour,  so  to  pass 

Our  time  in  trembling  here, 
That  when  upon  the  clouds  of  heaven 

Thy  glory  shall  appear, 
Uplifting  high  our  joyful  heads 

In  triumph  we  may  rise, 
And  enter,  with  Thine  angel  train, 

Thy  palace  in  the  skies. 

George  W.  Doane. 


HENRY  W.  GREATOREX,  1849. 


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2  When,  shriveling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 
When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead  !— 


3  Oh !  on  that  day— that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  Thou  the  trembling  sinner's. stay, 
Tho'  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 

Hymn  of  13th  centurp- 


ADVENT. 


II 


MAGILL       us. 


T.  X.  PERKINS. 


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2  Bring  down  the  proud  mountain,  though  towering  to  heaven, 

And  be  the  low  valley  exalted  on  high  ; 
The  rough  path  and  crooked  be  made  smooth  and  even, 
He  cometh  !   our  King,  our  Redeemer  is  nigh  ! 

3  The  beams  of  salvation  His  progress  illume, 

The  lone,  dreary  wilderness  sings  of  her  God  ; 
The  rose  and  the  myrtle  there  suddenly  bloom, 

And  the  olive  of  peace  spreads  its  branches  abroad. 

Drummond,  1585-1649. 


BONAR.     S.  M.  D. 


LOWELL  MASON,  1858. 


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A  -  sleep  with- in  the  tomb. 
And  take  my  sins    a  -  way. 


Then,  O   my  Lord,  pre-pare        My 


soul  for  that  great  day 
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2  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 
On  this  wild,  rocky  shore  ; 

And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 
And  surges  swell  no  more. — Rep. 

3  A  few  more  struggles  here, 
A  few  more  partings  o'er, 


A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more. — Rep. 

4  'Tis  but  a  little  while 
And  He  shall  come  again. 

Who  died  that  we  might  live,  who  lives 
That  we  with  Him  may  reign. — Rep. 

Iforatius  Bonar.     1857,  ab. 


12 

Z\j        FATHERLAND 


ADVENT. 


6s  &  4. 

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GEORGR  KINGSLBr. 


1.  Fade,  fade,  each  earthly  joy ;  Je  -  sus 


J-J-r- 


is  the  wilderness, 


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3  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night, 

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Earth  has  no  resting  place,  Je  -  sus  a  -  lone  can  bless  ^  Je  -  sus  is  mine !  Jesus  is  mine  ! 

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Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Here  would  I  ever  stay  ; 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Perishing  things  of  clay, 

Born  but  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  nry  heart  away ; 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 


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4  Farewell,  mortality  ; 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Welcome,  eternity ; 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Welcome,  0  loved  and  blest, 

Welcome,  sweet  scenes  of  rest, 
Welcome,  my  Saviour's  breast ; 

Jesus  is  mine  !  Mr5  Bonar% 


JUDGMENT  HYMN. 
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On  clouds  of  glo  -  ry 

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The  dead  in  Christ  are  first  to  rise 

At  that  last  trumpet's  sounding ; 
Caught  up  to  meet  Him  in  the  skies, 

With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding  ; 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay  ; 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  Him. 


I  '     '  ■  I 

3  The  ungodly,  filled  with  guilty  fears, 

Behold  His  wrath  prevailing ; 
In  woe  they  rise,  but  all  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing; 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone  ; 
Trembling  they  stand  before  His  throne, 

All  unprepared  to  meet  Him. 

W.  B.  Collyer,  18X2. 


ADVENX. 


13 


WATCHMAN,  TELL  US.     7s.  D. 


DR.  LOWELL  MASON,  1792-1872. 


Vatchinau,  tell  us    of  the  night;  What  its  signs  of  promise  are;  Traveler,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

-JL  ~£~  ~JL  U.S.— it  brings  the  day. ' 

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2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  ; 
Traveler,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends  ; 
Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveler,  ages  are  its  own  ; 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth ! 


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3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  ; 
Traveler,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn ; 
Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease ; 

Hie  thee  to  th}-  quiet  home  ! 
Traveler,  lo  !  the  Prince  of  peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God,  is  come  ! 

John  Bowring,  1825. 


DALLIBA.     L.  M.     6  lines. 


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WM.  B.  BRADBURY. 


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E-man-u  -  el, 
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3  0  come,  Thou  Day-Spring,  come  and  cheer 
Our  spirits  by  Thine  Advent  here  ; 
Disperse  the  gloomy  clouds  of  night, 
And  death's  dark  shadows  put  to  flight. 

—Ref. 


2  0  come,  Thou  Rod  of  Jesse,  free 
Thine  own  from  Satan's  tyranny  ; 
From  depths  of  hell  Thy  people  save, 
And  give  them  victory  o'er  the  grave. 

—Ref. 


4  0  come,  Thou  Key  of  David,  come 
And  open  wide  our  heavenly  home ; 
Make  safe  the  way  that  leads  on  high 
And  close  the  path  to  misery. — Ref. 

5  0  come,  0  come,  Thou  Lord  of  Might! 
Who  to  Thy  tribes,  on  Sinai's  height 
In  ancient  times  did'st  give  the  law, 

In  cloud,  and  majesty,  and  awe.— Ref. 

Latin  Hymn,  12th  century. 


ADVENT. 


BARKLEY.     8s.  &  7s. 


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Arr.  by  Schwing.  Melody  by  S.  A.  Hill. 

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1.  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling  Borders  on  the   shades  of  death !  Rise  on  us,Thy- 

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Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 

3_L-1 j 133  Guide  into  Thy  perfect  peace. 


Chas.  Wesley,  1744. 


self  re-veal-ing,  Rise  and  chase  the  clouds  beneath.  *  Crown  His  head  with  endless  blessing, 

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2  Thou,  of  heaven  and  earth  Creator  ! 
In  our  deepest  darkness  rise; 
Scatter  all  the  night  of  nature  ; 
Pour  the  day  upon  our  eyes. 

3  Still  we  wait  for  Thine  appearing ; 
Life  and  joy  Thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor,  benighted  heart. 

4  By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Every  burdened  soul  release ; 

— 1>        COOKE.     8s.  &7S. 
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-J--  With  compassion,  never  ceasing, 
11  Comes  salvation  to  proclaim. 

2  Lo  !  Jehovah,  we  adore  Thee, 
Thee,  our  Saviour  ;  Thee,  our  God ! 
From  His  throne  His  beams  of  glory 
Shine  through  all  the  world  abroad. 

3  Jesus,  Thee  our  Saviour  hailing, 
Thee,  our  God,  in  praise  we  own ; 
Highest  honors,  never  failing, 
Rise  eternal  round  Thy  throne. 

4  Now,  ye  saints,  His  power  confessing, 
In  your  grateful  strains  adore  ; 
For  His  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Flows,  and  flows  for  evermore,  wm.  Goode. 


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Arr.  by  Schwing.    Melody  by  Havebgal. 


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1.  Hark !  a    thrilling  voice  proclaiming,  Sonnds  a  -  loud  the  com-ing  light 


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2  Souls,  immersed  in  sin,  and  torpid, 
Wounded  by  its  venom'd  stings  , 

Now  shall  rise  :  for  lo  !  the  Day  Star 
Comes  with  healinsr  in  His  wings. 


From  on  high,  the  Lamb,  commissioned 
To  remove  our  guilt,  appears  : 
Let  us  all,  to  gain  His  pardon, 
Pray  with  penitential  tears — 

4  That,  when  at  His  second  Advent, 
Clouds  of  glory  mark  His  path, 

t  j]  And  the  world  in  fiery  deluge 

Sinks  beneath  His  dreadful  wrath  ; — 

5  We  may  not  for  sins  be  driven 
Exiles  into  endless  doom, 

But,  beneath  His  strong  protection 
Sheltered,  reach  eternal  Home.  Ambrcm. 

Translated  by  E.  E.  Higbee. 


ADVENT. 


15 


GORTON.     S.  M. 


L.  BEETHOVEN.      1770-1821. 


■  men,  so  let  it     be ;  Life  from  the  dead  is 

TTlf  f  f  t  It"  I  f  If  B 


For  -  ev  -  er  with  the  Lord !  " 


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in  that  word, — 'Tis  im-mor-tal-i  -  ty. 

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2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 
Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 

Yet  nightly  pitch  m}'  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 
Home  of  my  soul,  how  near 

At  times  to  Faith's  foreseeing  eye 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 

4  My  thirsty  spirit  faints 
To  reach  ihe  land  I  love, 


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The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above  ! 

5  I  hear  at  morn  and  even, 
At  noon  and  midnight  hour, 

The  choral  harmonies  of  heaven 
Earth's  Babel  tongues  o'erpower. 

6  "  Forever  with  the  Lord  !" 
Father,  if  'tis  Thy  will, 

The  promise  of  that  faithful  word, 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfil. 

7  So,  when  my  latest  breath 
Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 

By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

8  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 
How  shall  I  love  that  word, 

And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
"  Forever  with  the  Lord  !" 

James  Montgomery.    1835. 
Arr.  by  Dr.  Lowell  Mason,  1792-1872. 


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r-    1        1 — h-HS> — B>-|- f-i ! (—HI 1 —  4 


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Or  pierce  to     ei  -  ther     pole. 


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2  The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  : 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 


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3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
Oh,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  ; 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  Thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

James  Montgomery,    i- .  •. 


16 


ADVENT. 


£\j         HENLEY,     iis&ios 


LOWELL  MASON.      1854. 


1.  Come  unto  mc  when  shadows  darkly  gather,  When  the  sad  heart  is  weary  and  distressed,  Seeking  for  comfort  from  your  heavenly 
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h=  — * -g-l — h -g-g-pg -J-F^-j-g-*-F^}-:|:l        Glad  are  tne  homes  that  sorrows  never  dim : 
#~#  #    #  -J"  .J.-5-^..j.  -gj:         Sweet  are  the  harps  in  holy  music  swelling,' 

d  xi       n  .  i  i    -II   ■  i  Soft  are  the  tones  which  raise  the  heavenly 

Fa-ther;  Come  un-to   me,  and   I  will  give  you  rest.  hymn.  "cavcmj 

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H^^L^tzd^t-l^rftZltlEfzJz^^zEiZlJJ  pressed : 

Per  O  Ditson  &  Co  ^^  Come  unto  me,  all  ye  who  droop  in  sadness,, 

Come  unto  me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest ! 
Mrs.  C.  IT.  Esling,  1839. 


0\/        OLD  124th.     us  &  10s. 


Arr.  by  Schwing.  German  Melody. 
4-4™ r-l— I- 


1.  "We  need  Thee,  Sav-iour!  when  dear  eyes  are  closing,  when  on  the  cheek  the     shadow  li-eth    strong, 

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2  Then  raos^  we  need  the  gentle  Human  Feeling 
That  throbs  with  all  our  sorrows  and  our 

fears, 
And  that  great  Love  Divine  its  light  revealing 
In  short  bright  flashes  through,  a  mist  of 
tears. 

3  Then  most  we  need  the  Voice  that  while  it 

weepeth 
Yet  hath  a  solemn  undertone  that  saith— 
"Weep  not,    thy  darling  is  not  dead,    but 

sleepeth  ; 
Only  believe,  for  I  have  conquered  death." 

4  Then  most  we  need  the  thoughts  of  Kesur- 

rection, 
Not  the  life  here,  'mid  pain,  and  sin,  and 

woe, 
But  ever  in  the  fulness  of  perfection, 
To  walk  with  Him  in  robes  as  white  as  snow. 


5  Didst  Thou  not  enter  in  when  that  cold 

sleeper 
Lay  still,  with  pulseless  heart  and  leaden 

eyes, 
Put  calmly  forth  each  loud  tumultuous  weeper, 
And  take  her  by  the  hand  and  bid  her  rise  ? 

6  Come  to  us,  Saviour  !  in  our  lone  dejection, 
Speak  calmly  to  our  wild  and  helpless  grief, 

Bring  as  the  hopes  and  thoughts  of  Resurrec- 
tion, 
Bring  us  the  comfort  of  a  true  Belief. 

7  Come  !  with  that  Human  Voice  that  breaks 

in  weeping, 
Come  !  with  that  awful  Tenderness  Divine, 
Come  !  tell  us  that  they  are  not  dead  but 

sleeping,  . 
But  gone  before  to  Thee,  for  they  are  Thine. 

Cecil  Frances  Alexander. 


ADVENT. 


17 


WARD.     L.  M. 


— r^.i  fy] 


LOWELL  MASON,  arr. 


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1.  The  Lord  will  come — the  earth  shall  quake,  The  hills  their  liied      seat   for  -  sake ;  And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  nighl 

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The  Lord  will  come,— but  not  the  same 

As  once  in  lowly  form  He  came, 

A  Bilent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, 

The  bruised,  the  suff 'ring  and  the  dead. 

The  Lord  will  come,— a  dreadful  form, 
With  weath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings  and  wings  of  wind, 
Appointed  Judge  of  human  kind. 

Can  this  be  He,  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway,— 
By  power  oppressed,  and  mocked  by  pride? 
O  God  !  is  this  the  Crucified  ? 


WINCHESTER.     L.  M. 


5  Go,  tyrants !  to  the  rocks  complain, 
Go,  seek  the  mountain's  cleft  in  vain ; 
But  faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy,—"  The  Lord  is  come  !  " 

Reginald  Ifeber,  1811. 

32 

1  He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  reigns, 
Praise  Him  in  evangelic  strains  : 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 
And  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  His  counsels  and  unknown, 
But  grace  and  truth  support  His  throne  ; 
Though  gloomy  clouds  His  way  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo  !  He  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth  and  cleaves  the  tombs; 
Before  Him  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 

Fly  from  the  sight  and  shun  the  day ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

Isaac  Watts. 
GERMAN,  1690. 
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4  J|j  J '  J  J  |  J  i  )  I '  1 1  ii  i  j  jj.i  J  hhhM-frff-^g . 

For  Thine  ex-pect-ed     com-ing  waits,   When   will  the  promised  light  a  -  rise, 
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And  fit  us  by  Thy  grace,  to  share 

The  triumphs  of  Thy  conquering  power. 

BWm.  H.  Barlhurst. 
34 

1  V}  hen  shades  of  night  around  us  close, 
And  weary  limbs  in  sleep  repose, 
The  faithful  soul  awake  may  be, 


2  O  come  and  reign  o'er  every  land ; 
Let  Satan  from  his  throne  be  hurled, 

All  nations  bow  to  Thy  command, 
And  grace  revive  a  dying  world. 

3  Teach  us.  in  watchfulness  and  prayer, 
To  wait  for  the  appointed  hour  j 


And  longing,  sigh.  0  Lord,  for  Thee. 

2  Thou  true  Desire  of  nations,  hear : 
Thou  Word  of  God.  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
In  pity  heed  our  humble  cries, 

And  bid  at  length  the  fallen  rise. 

3  0  come,  Redeemer,  come  and  free 
Thine  own  from  guilt  and  misery ; 
The  gates  of  heaven  again  unfold, 
Which  Adam's  sin  had  closed  of  old. 

Latin  Hymn. — Hymns  A  dt  M. 


ALPHEGE.     7S&6S. 

Z-. — ^44  J   ■  ■    .  -T-i 


ADVENT. 


REV.  H.  J.  fiAUNTLETT.      1806-1876. 

I 


.  Brief  life  is  here  our  por-tion ;  Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care ;  The  life  that  bows  no  end-ing,  The  tearless  life,  is      there, 


I 

2  O  happ}7  retribution  ! 
Short  toil,  eternal  rest ; 

For  mortals  and  for  sinners 
A  mansion  with  the  blest. 

3  And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 
But  then  shall  wear  the  crown 

Of  full  and  everlasting 
And  passionless  renown  ; 

4  And  now  we  watch  and  struggle. 
And  now  we  live  in  hope, 

And  Zion  in  her  anguish 
With  Bab}rlon  must  cope  ; 


EWING.     78,  &6s.     8  lines. 


5  But  He,  whom  now  we  trust  in, 
Shall  then  be  seen  and  known ; 

And  the}-  that  know  and  see  Him 
Shall  have  Him  for  their  own. 

6  The  morning  shall  awaken, 
The  shadows  shall  decay, 

And  each  true-hearted  servant 
Shall  shine  as  doth  the  day  ; 

7  There  Grod,  our  King  and  Portion, 
In  fulness  of  His  grace, 

Shall  we  behold  for  ever 
And  worship  face  to  face. 

Bernard  of  Morlaix,  1150. 
Trans.  Jn#.  31.  Neale. 

ALEXANDER  EWING. 


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2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

All  jubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng  ; 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them, 

The  daylight  is  serene  ; 
The  pastures  of  the  blessed 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 


I     '     I     '     '   W1 I 
3  There  is  the  throne  of  David  ; 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  song  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  shout  of  them  that  feast : 
And  they  who,  with  their  Leader, 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight 
For  ever  and  for  ever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

Bernard  of  Morlaix,  1150. 
Trans.  Jno.  M.  Neat*. 


37 


ADVENT. 


19 


GERHARDT.     7s  &  6s. 


J.  P.  IIOLBBOOK. 


1.  For  thee,  0  dear,  dear  country !  Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep ; 


For  Fer  -  y  lore,  be  -  hold-ing  Thy  happy  name,  they  weep. 


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The  men-tion  of  Thy   glo  -ry 


Is    unc-tion  to  the  breast, 


And  med  -  i-cine  in 
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sickness,  And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 
-e-  m    -0-  -  .-'  -• 


Per.  Mrs.  J.  P.  Holbrook.  • 

2  0  one,  O  only  mansion ; 

O  Paradise  of  joy  ! 
Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alio}' ; 
The  Lamb  is  all  thy  splendor, 

The  Crucified  thy  praise  ; 
His  laud  and  benediction 

TI13-  ransomed  people  raise. 

3  With  jasper  glow  thy  bulwarks, 

Thy  streets  with  emeralds  blaze ; 
The  sardius  and  the  topaz 

Unite  in  thee  their  rays  ; 
Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced  ; 
The  saints  build  up  its  fabric, 

The  corner-stone  is  Christ. 

4  Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean  ! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day  ! 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrim's  far  away  ! 
Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower ; 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

And  thine  the  golden  dower. 

Bernard  of  Morlaix,  1150. 
q  q  Trans.  J.  M.  Neale. 

1  The  world  is  verjr  evil, 

The  times  are  waxing  late, 
Be  sober  and  keep  vigil, 

The  Judge  is  at  the  gate  ; 
The  Judge  who  comes  in  mercy, 

The  Judge  who  comes  with  might, 
Who  comes  to  end  the  evil, 

Who  comes  to  crown  the  right. 


Arise,  arise,  good  Christian, 

Let  right  to  wrong  succeed ; 
Let  penitential  sorrow 

To  heavenly  gladness  lead  ; 
To  light  that  has  no  evening, 

That  knows  no  moon  nor  sun, 
The  light  so  new  and  golden, 

The  light  that  is  but  one. 

0  home  of  fadeless  splendor, 

Of  flowers  that  fear  no  thorn, 
Where  they  shall  dwell  as  children 

Who  here  as  exiles  mourn ; 
'Midst  power  that  knows  no  limit, 

Where  wisdom  has  no  bound, 
The  Beatific  Vision 

Shall  glad  the  saints  around. 

0  happy,  holy  portion, 

Refection  for  the  blest, 
True  vision  of  true  beauty, 

True  cure  of  the  distrest : 
Strive,  man,  to  win  that  glory  ; 

Toil,  man,  to  gain  that  light, 
Send  hope  before  to  grasp  it, 

Till  hope  be  lost  in  sight. 

0  sweet  and  blessed  countrv, 

The  home  of  God's  elect ! 
0  sweet  and  blessed  country. 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

Bernard  of  Morlaix,  llio. 
Trans.  Jno.  M.  Neale,  1861. 


ADVENT. 


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2  Over  our  spirits  first 
Extend  Thy  healing  reign  ; 

There  raise  and  quench  the  sacred  thirst 
That  never  pains  again. 

3  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God  ! 
And  make  the  broad  earth  Thine ; 

Stretch  o'er  her  lands  and  isles  the  rod 
That  flowers  with  grace  divine. 

4  Soon  may  all  tribes  be  blest 
With  fruit  from  life's  glad  tree  ; 


^_„  And  in  its  shade  like  brothers  rest, 

Sons  of  one  family.  John  johns>  1837^ 

40 

1  0  Saviour  of  our  race, 
Welcome  indeed  Thou  art, 

Blessed  Redeemer,  Fount  of  grace, 
To  this  mjT  longing  heart ! 

2  Light  of  the  world,  abide 
Through  faith  within  my  heart ; 

Leave  me  to  seek  no  other  guide, 
Nor  e'er  from  Thee  depart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life,  0  Lord ! 
Sole  Light  of  life  Thou  art ! 

Let  not  Thy  glorious  rays  be  poured 
In  vain  on  my  dark  heart. 

4  Star  of  the  East,  arise  ! 
Drive  all  my  clouds  away  ; 

Guide  me  till  earth's  dim  twilight  dies 

IntO  the  perfect  day.    Catharine  Winkwortk. 

H.  W.  GREATOREX. 


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Per.  O.  Ditson  &  Co. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above, 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 
Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 


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Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 

Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  His  control ; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 

The  midnight  of  the  soul. 
Ez^z:31  5  Wait,  till  the  shadows  flee ; 

Wait  thine  appointed  hour  ; 
Wait,  till  the  Bridegroom  of  thy  soul 

Keveal  His  love  with  power. 
6  The  time  of  love  will  come, 

When  thou  shalt  clearly  see, 
Not  only  that  He  shed  His  blood, 

But  that  it  flowed  for  thee '. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady,  iTJS. 


ADVENT. 


I.  B.  WOODBURY.      1819-1859. 


JO 

*±-d         OZREM.     S.  M. 

1.  The  Church  has  waited  Ion?  Her  ab- sent  Lord  to    see,   111  still  id  kuHiMlkl  waits.  A  friendless  stranger      she. 

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2  How  long,  0  Lord  our  God, 
Holy  and  true  and  good. 

Wilt  Thou  not  judge  Thy  suffering  Church, 
Her  sighs  and  tears  and  blood  ? 

3  Saint  after  saint  on  earth 

lias  lived,  and  loved,  and  died  ; 
And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one, 
We  laid  them  side  by  side. 

4  We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 
But  not  in  hope  forlorn  ; 

We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there, 
Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

5  We  long  to  hear  Thy  voice, 
To  see  Thee  face  to  face. 

To  share  Thy  crown  and  glory  then, 
As  now  we  share  Thy  grace. 

6  Come.  Lord  !  and  wipe  away 
The  curse,  the  sin.  the  stain, 

And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 
Thine  own  fair  world  again. 

*H.  Bonar,  1856. 
44        ANTIOCH. 


43 

1  The  Son  of  Man  shall  come 

With  angel  hosts  around, 
'Mid  darkening  sun  and  falling  stars, 
And  trumpet's  solemn  sound. 

2  Awake,  ye  slumbering  souls, 
It  is  no  time  for  rest  ; 

He  comes,  as  comes  the  lightning  flash 
Shining  from  east  to  west. 

3  Thy  servants,  Lord,  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day  : 

Fill  every  heart  with  watchful  care, 

And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 
■4  Help  us  to  wait  the  hour 

In  toil  and  holy  fear. 
When,  manifested  with  Thy  saints, 

Thou  shalt  again  appear. 
5  Then,  when  the  wailing  earth 

Thy  sign  in  heaven  shall  see. 
Thou  shalt  send  forth  Thine  angel  band 

To  gather  us  to  Thee.         u.  w.  Beadon. 


ANTIOCH.     C.  M.  LOWELL  mason.     {From  Ha 


1.     Jot  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is   come !    Let  earth  re  -  eeive  her  King  ,    Let    er  -  'ry     heart  pre  -  pare   Him   room, 


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And  heav'n  and  nature  sin?, 


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And  heav'n  and  na-tnre    sin?. 

2  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Saviour  reigns; 
Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 

While  fields  ami  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains 
Repeat  the  Bounding 

3  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  urow, 
Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 


And  heavn  and  nature   sins, 

He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 

Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 
4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  make-  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness. 

And  wonders  of  His  love.       Itaac  Watu,  /too. 


ADVENT. 


VANHALL'S  HYMN.     L.  M. 


VANHALL. 


I         *•  •  i    i  i    ** 

Hail,  Jesus !  Israel's  Hope  and  Light !  Prophets  and  Priests  prepared  Thy  way,  Thy  people.thro'  the  breaking  night,  With  waiting  joy  fore- 


Good-will  to  men,  and  peace  on  earth, 
Shall  reign  throughout  the  golden  years. 


saw  Thy  day, 


With  wait-ing  joy  fore  -  saw  Thy  day. 

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46 


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2  By  Jacob's  Star  the  Gentiles  found 
Light  on  their  mystic  longings  poured  ; 

Wise  men  from  dismal  regions  round 
Bowed  at  Thy  manger  and  adored. 

3  Thy  Advent,  Lord,  revives  the  world  ; 
Thy  life  shall  waiting  nations  know  ; 

The  banner  of  Thy  truth  unfurled, 
Shall  glorious  on  the  mountains  glow. 

4  The  vales,  where  darkness  lingers  last, 
Now  kindle  in  prophetic  light ; 

The  morning  breaks  !  for  ever  past 
The  fearful  reign  of  ancient  night. 

5  Hail,  glorious  Advent !  heavenly  birth  ! 
Shout,  saints,  in  triumph  Christ  appears ; 


COVENTRY.     CM. 


1  On  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry 
Announces  that  the  Lord  is  nigh  : 
Awake,  and  hearken,  for  he  brings 
Glad  tidings  of  the  King  of  kings. 

Earth,  air  and  sea,  with  joy  elate, 
For  their  Creator's  Advent  wait ; 
The  very  elements  rejoice, 
And  welcome  Him  with  cheerful  voice. 

3  We,  too,  will  greet  our  coming  God  ; 

And  cleanse  our  hearts,  and  smooth  the  road; 
And  make  within  a  place  of  rest, 
Meet  home  for  such  a  royal  Guest. 

4  For  Thou  art  our  salvation,  Lord, 
Our  refuge,  and  our  great  reward  : 
Without  Thy  aid,  like  withering  grass, 
Man  into  nothingness  must  pass. 

5  To  heal  the  sick  stretch  forth  Thine  hand, 
And  bid  the  fallen  sinner  stand  ; 

Reveal  Thy  face  and  joy  restore, 
And  make  earth  paradise  once  more. 

Latin  Hymn.—  Translated  by  J.  Chandler. 
English  Melody. 


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2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs, 
And  works  His  sov'reign  will. 


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3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  Him  for  His  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  His  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  His  own  interpreter, 
And  He  will  make  it  plain. 

William  Cowper,  277?. 


ADVENT. 


1.  Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair   We  wretched  sinners  lay.Withont  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope,  Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

.   .  I  I  ML  J  «*-] 


2  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief  ; 
He  saw.  and  oh  !  amazing  love! 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  He  fled  ; 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 


SCOTLAND.     I2S. 


4  Oh  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak ! 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ! 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

DR    THOS.  CLARKE.      1775-1842. 


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bloody  flows  most  freely  in      streams  of  sal  -  va-tion.  1 
pass      o-ver   Jor-dan.  / 


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2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded !  oh,  flee  to  the 
Saviour ! 

He  calls  you  in  mercy,  'tis  infinite  favor  » 

Your  sins  are  increasing,  escape  to  the  moun- 
tain— 

His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from  the 
fountain. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb.  etc. 

8  O  Jesus!  ride  onward,  triumphantly  glorious! 

O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  Thou  art  more  than 
victorious ; 

Thy  name  is  the  theme  of  the  great  congrega- 
tion, 


While  angels  and  men  raise  the  shout  of  salva- 
tion. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

4  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to 
the  shore ; 

With  harps  in  our  hands,  we'll  praise  Him 
the  more ; 

We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  banks  of 
the  river, 

And  sing  of  salvation  forever  and  ever  ! 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  etc  . 

R.  BurdtaU. 


ADVENT. 


'        JAZER.     C.  M. 

I  #  I  I  i 

1.  Fair    vis  -   ion !  how     thy     dis  -  tant 

.    Jr  M  ^  J  -J-  )    i 


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gleam 


W.  B.  BKADBURY. 


Brightens   time's    sad-dest  hue: 


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than   the 
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yet      how  strange-ly    true. 


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2  With  thee  in  view,  how  poor  appear 
The  world's  most  winning  smiles  : 

Vain  is  the  Tempter's  subtlest  snare, 
And  vain  hell's  varied  wiles. 

3  Then  welcome  toil  and  care  and  pain, 
And  welcome  sorrow  too  ; 

All  toil  is  rest,  all  grief  is  gain, 
With  such  a  prize  in  view. 

4  Come  crown  and  throne,  come  robe  and 

palm, 
Burst  forth,  glad  stream  of  peace  : 
Come,  holy  city  of  the  Lamb  ! 
Rise,  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 

5  When  shall  the  clouds  that  veil  thy 

rays 
For  ever  be  withdrawn  ? 
Why  dost  thou  tarry,  day  of  days  ? 
When  shall  thy  gladness  dawn  ? 

Horatius  Bonar. 

51 

1  Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song 
To  our  incarnate  Lord  ! 

Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Adore  the  eternal  Word. 

2  That  awful  Word,  that  sovereign  Power, 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  made — 
Oh,  happy  morn  !  illustrious  hour  ! — 
Was  once  in  flesh  arrayed  ! 

3  Then  shone  almighty  power  and  love, 
In  all  their  glorious  forms, 

When  Jesus  left  His  throne  above, 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 


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4  Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs 

To  hail  the  joyful  da}T ; 
With  rapture  then  let  mortal  tongues 

Their  grateful  worship  pay.    Anne  steeie. 

52 

1  Hark,  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour  comesl 

The  Saviour  promised  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  Him  the  Spirit  largely  poured, 
Exerts  His  sacred  fire  ; 

Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release, 
In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 

The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  }Tield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 
To  clear  the  mental  ray, 

And  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 
The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 

And  with  the  treasures  of  His  grace 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 

And  heav'n's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  Thy  beloved  name. 

Philip  Doddridge. 


ADVENT. 


26 


MERIBAH.     C.  P.  M. 


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LOWELL  MASON.      1839. 


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In  this  the  accepted  day  ; 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear, 
To  still  m}^  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 


E:z?=^EE[^iEiE=B:=t:— t=^=~E§J]  4  Among  Thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 

I    I  III 


I  ! 

2  I  love  to  meet  Thy  people  now, 
Before  Thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But,  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 
When  Thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

Ot        TAYLOR.     8s  &  us. 

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Whene'er  th'  archangel's  trump  shall 
sound, 
To  see  Thy  smiling  face  ; 
Then  loudest  of  the  throng  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions 
ring 
With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

Countess  of  Huntingdon,  1772, 

HENRY  SCHWING. 


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1.    Ho-san-na  to 


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2  "  Hosanna,  Lord  ! 
u  Hosanna,  Lord  !  "  Thy  saints  reply  ; 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around, 

The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound, 
Hosanna!  Lord!  Hosanna  in  the  highest! 

3  0  Saviour,  with  protecting  care 
Return  to  this,  Thy  house  of  prayer, 
Assembled  in  Thy  sacred  name, 
Where  we  Thy  parting  promise  claim, 

Hosanna !    Lord !     Hosanna    in    the 
highest ! 


4  But,  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal,  bid  Thy  Spirit  rest ; 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee. 
Hosanna!  Lord!  Hosanna  in  the  highest! 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away, 
Thy  flock,  redeemed  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 

Hosanna !    Lord !     Hosanna    in    the 


highest 


Reginald  Ifeber,  1811. 


26 


ADVENT. 


Arr.  by  Schwing.  From  G.  F.  Handel. 

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Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay  ? 
-25i-     ive  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
have  an  end,  In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ?     And  realms  of  endless  day. 
IT\  I    I         I     i    (^  4  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there, 


/  y  ,        -  r~r^~rf  ~r^f:F~rg~*~^~*17^n      Around  my  Saviour  stand 

(E§ttL — ?Z"E=Es:Ts_T:-rs i — t^-H  And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below, 


2  There    happier  bowers   than    Eden's 
bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  ; 
Blest  seats  !  thro'  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 

I  onward  press  to  you. 

OO        PARADISE.     P.  M. 


Will  join  the  glorious  band. 
5  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

Latin  Hymn,  8th  century. 

JOSEPH   BARNBY. 


1.  0  Par-a-dise,  0  Par-a-dise,  Who  doth  not  crave  for  rest  ?   Who  would  net  seek  the  happy  land, Where  they  that  loved  are  blest  P 


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2  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
The  world  is  growing  old  ; 

Who  would  not  be  at  rest  and  free 
Where  love  is  never  cold  ? 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true,  &c. 

3  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
'Tis  weary  waiting  here  ; 

I  long  to  be  where  Jesus  is, 
To  feel,  to  see  Him  near ; 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true,  &c. 

4  0  Paradise,  0  Paradise, 
1  want  to  sin  no  more  ; 

I  want  to  be  as  pure  on  earth, 


As  on  thy  spotless  shore ; 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true,  &c. 

5  0  Paradise,  0  Paradise  ! 
I  greatly  long  to  see 

The  special  place  my  dearest  Lord 
Is  destining  for  me  ; 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true,  &c. 

6  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
I  feel  'twill  not  be  long  ; 

Patience  !  I  almost  think  I  hear 
Faint  fragments  of  thy  song  ; 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true,  &c. 

F.  W.  Faber%  1849, 


ADVENT. 


27 


ELVEY.     7s 


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46 


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2  Hallelujah  !  hark,  the  sound, 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies. 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furled, 

Sheathed  His  sword  :  He  speaks  ; 
done. 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 

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3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway  ; 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away  : 
Then  the  end  ;  beneath  His  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall : 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  All  in  all. 

James  Montgomery,  1819. 


MUNICH. 


FROM  MENDELSSOHN. 


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2  The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near  ; 
Go  meet  Him  as  He  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear ; 
The  marriage-feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide  open  stand ; 
Up  !  up  !  ye  heirs  of  glory  ! 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 


Ye  saints  !  who  here  in  patience 

Your  cross  and  sufferings  bore, 
Shall  live  and  reign  forever, 

Where  sorrow  is  no  more  ; 
Around  the  throne  of  glory, 

The  Lamb  }-e  shall  behold, 
In  triumph  cast  before  Him 

Your  diadems  of  gold. 
Our  Hope  and  Expectation, 

O  Jesus !  now  appear ; 
Arise,  Thou  Sun  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere  : 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  0  Lord  !  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 

That  brings  us  unto  Thee. 

Laurenlitis  Laurenii,  1100. 


ADVENT. 


CLARION. 


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1.  Songs  of  praise  the  an-gels  sang,  Heav'n  with  al  -  le    - 
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2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn 
When  the  Prince  of  peace  was  born, 
Songs  of  praise  arose  when  He 
Captive  led  captivit}\ 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  ; 


.,    God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
■t]  Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 
^  4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No  ;  the  Church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death ; 
Then,  amidst  eternal  jo}T, 
Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

J.  Montgomery. 


And  we  sing  Thy  praise  aloud,  Thou  art  worthy ,  Thou  art  worthy!  We  were  ransomed  hy  Thy  Mood.  A-men, 


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2  Saviour,   though   the  world  despised 

Thee, 
Though  Thou  here  wast  crucified, 
Yet  the  Father's  glory  raised  Thee, 
Lord  of  all  creation  wide  ; 

Thou  art  worthy  ! 
We  shall  live,  for  Thou  hast  died. 

3  And  though  here  on  earth  rejected, 
'Tis  but  fellowship  with  Thee  ; 

What  besides  could  be  expected 


Than  like  Thee,  our  Lord,  to  be  ? 

Thou  art  worthy  ! 
Thou  from  earth  hast  set  us  free. 
4  Haste  the  day  of  Thy  returning, 

With  Thy  ransomed  Church  to  reign ; 
Then  shall  end  our  days  of  mourning, 
We  shall  sing  with  rapture  then, 

"  Thou  art  worthy  ! " 
Come,  Lord  Jesus,  come.     Amen. 

Samuel  P.  Tregelles. 


CHRISTMAS. 


29 


MENDELSSOHN.     7s.     D. 


FKLIX   MENDELSSOHN.      1809-1847. 


1.  Hark !  the  her-ald   angels  sing,   "Glo-ry  to  tlic  uew-born  ting ;  Peace  oq earth,  and  mercy  mild,  God  and  sinners  reconciled  V 


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Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come, 
Offspring  of  the  Virgin's  womb  : 

l>!i         ST.  AGNES.     C.   M. 

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Veiled  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see ; 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleased  as  man  with  men  to  dwell ; 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel  ! 
3  Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace ! 
Hail  the  Son  of  Righteousness  ! 
Risen  with  healing  in  His  wings  : 
Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings ; 
Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by, 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die  : 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

C.  Wesley,  1789. 

J.  B.  DYKES. 


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Send  back  the  glad  reply  ; 
~^**  And  greet,  from  all  their  hol}T  heights, 
|^>  The  day-spring  from  on  high. 

Her  silver-man  -  tied  plains.  4  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 
There  comes  a  holier  calm, 
And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise^ 

Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 
5  "  Glory  to  God  !  "  the  sounding  skies 

Loud  with  their  anthems  ring — 
"  Peace  to  the  earth,  good-will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  eternal  King  I " 

E.  H.  Sears,  1638. 


2  Celestial  choirs,  from  courts  above, 

Shed  sacred  glories  there, 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres, 

Make  music  on  the  air. 


CHRISTMAS. 


C.  M.  D. 

M*1 


CAROL. 

1.  It  came  np-on  the  midnight  clear,  That  glo-rious  song  of 


RICHARD  STORRS  WILLIS,  1861. 


old,      From  an-gels  bending  near  the  earth,  To  toneh  their 


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"  Peace  on  the  earth,  good-will  to 


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The  world  in  sol-emn 


still-ness  lay      To    hear  the    an  -  gels     sing. 


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Per. 


Richard  Storrs  "Willis. 


2  Still  through  the  cloven  skies  they  come, 

With  peaceful  wings  unfurled  ; 
And  still  their  heavenly  music  floats 

O'er  all  the  weary  world: 
Above  its  sad  and  lowly  plains 

They  bend  on  hovering  wing, 
And  ever  o'er  its  Babel  sounds 

The  blessed  angels  sing. 


3  O  ye  beneath  life's  crushing  load, 

Whose  forms  are  bending  low, 
Who  toil  along  the  climbing  way 

With  painful  steps  and  slow  ! 
Look  now,  for  glad  and  golden  horn's 

Come  swiftly  on  the  wing  : 
O  rest  beside  the  weary  road, 

And  hear  the  angels  sing. 

4  For  lo,  the  days  are  hastening  on, 

By  prophets  seen  of  old, 
When  with  the  ever-circling  years 

Shall  come  the  time  foretold, 
When  the  new. heaven  and  earth  shall  own 

The  Prince  of  Peace  their  King, 
And  the  whole  world  send  back  the  song 

Which  now  the  angels  sing.    Amen. 

Edmund  H.  Sears,  1850. 


REMSEN. 


C.  M. 

4 


J.  P.  HOLBROOK. 


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Je-sus!  I  love  Thy  charming  name,'Tis  music  to 

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Jewels  to  Thee  are  gaudy  toys,' 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 


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3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

Ih  Thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Not  to  mine  eyes  is  life  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  name, 

With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 
Then,  speechless,  clasp  Thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

Philip  Doddridge,  174$. 


CHRISTMAS. 


31 


ADESTE  FIDELES.     P.  M. 


M.  I'ORTOGALLO,  ab.  1790.      AER.  BY  EDW.  J.  HOPKIN8. 


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Lies  the  King  of  an  -  gels ;     0  come,  let  ns  a  -  dore  Dim !   0  come,  let  us  a  -  dore     Him ! 


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dore  Him,  Christ  the    Lord! 


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imi 


2  God  of  God  Almighty,  Light  of  Light  Eternal, 

Thou  hast  not,  O  Christ,  The  Virgin's  womb 
abhorred  ; 
Very  God  of  Very  God,  begotten  not  created  : 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  &c. 

3  Shout  Alleluia,  all  ye  choirs  of  angels, 

Rejoice,  heav'nly  citizens,  with  glad  accord, 
Glory  to  God  !  to  God  on  high  be  glory  ! 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  &c. 

4  Here,  Lord  !  we  would  greet  Thee,  born  this 

happy  morning, 
O  Jesus  !  for  ever  be  Thy  Name  adored, 
Word  of  the  Father,  now  for  us  Incarnate  ! 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  &c. 

Latin  Hymn.     15th  century.     Trans. 


UU        ZERAH.     C.  M 
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1.     To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born ; 
IS 


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To  us  a  Sonisgiv'n;  Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 

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•  •  I  *    1/    1/ 

1/    " 

Him  all  the  hosts  of  heav'n ;  Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey,  Him  all  the  hosts  of  heav'n 
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2  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

For  evermore  adored. 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counselor, 

The  great  and  mighty  Lord ! 


3  His  power  increasing  still  shall  spread, 
His  reign  no  end  shall  know ; 

Justice  shall  guard  His  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

John  Morrtton,  1161. 


32 

67 


CHRISTMAS. 


GLAD  TIDINGS,     ios  &  ns. 

Chorus.         ,  i       I 

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CHARLES  AVISON. 


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Shout  the  glad  tidings,  ex-ult-ing-ly   sing: 


Je  -   ru  -  sa-lem  triumphs,  Mes-si-ah  is  King  ! 

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I.  Zi-on,  the  mar-vel-ous    sto-ry    be  tell-ing,   The  Son  of  the   Highest,  how  low-ly  His     birth! 


Repeat  1st  Chorus. 


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The  brightest  arch-an-gel  in  glo-ry  ex-cell-ing,  He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  He  reigns  up-on  earth  I 

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Chorus  after  last  verse. 

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Shout  the  glad    tidings,  ex-ult-ing-ly    sing  ;        Je  -  ru  -  sa-lem  triumphs,  Mes-si-ah    is    King  ! 

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3  Mortals,  your  homage   be  gratefully 

bringing, 

And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise; 

Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing; 

One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth 

and  the  skies, 

exultingly  sing ; 
Messiah  is  King  ! 

W.  A.  Muhlenburg,  1826. 
DO     8s&7s. 

1  Hark  !  the  sound  of  angel-voices, 
Over  Bethlehem's  star-lit  plain  ; 

Hark  !  the  heavenly  host  rejoices, 
Jesus  comes  to  earth  to  reign. 


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^gz^z^fezz^z^zjEgzzfl 

Mes-si-ah  is  King!    Mes-si-ah  is  King! 

^h~?\*   i  "P~ri ~*~ "iT"     ^~l! II     Shout  the  Slad  tidings, 

F-cr-#"r      nf  1       —        Jerusalem  triumphs,  M 


2  Tell  how  He  cometh  ;  from  nation  to 
nation, 

The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth 
echo  round ; 
How  free  to  the  faithful  He  offers  sal- 
vation, 

How  His  people  with  joy  everlasting  are 
crowned. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing  ; 

Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King  ! 


2  See  celestial  radiance  beaming, 
Lighting  up  the  midnight  sky  ; 

'Tis  the  promised  day-star  gleaming, 
'Tis  the  day-spring  from  on  high. 


69 


CHRISTMAS. 


33 


EDNA.    «s    &71. 


HRNRY  SCHWING. 


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1.  Hark!  what  mean  those  ho- ly   voic-es,  8weet-ly  soQnd-ing     thro' the  skies?     Lo !  th' an-gel  -  ic    host   re-joie-w, 


I      I 


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I      ^1       ^    j      1       j  1      I        3 ''Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven,1 

lP  J    J*f  T*T*m  j      /J     I    J  jjH      Reacnm©  far  as  man  is  found  ; . 
■ — -m — p~L  \^  If!    m      eH~-\    £  A~" Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven, 

I  y  Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound, 

lu  -  ias^rise.  A  -  men.  '     4  «Christ  is  born>  the  great  Anointed  ; 

fj  -#--#'-^  Heaven  and  earth  His  praises  sing  ! 

— — —  —- .-.  0  receive  whom  God  appointed 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 
Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him 


Heav'nly   al-le 


2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 
"Which  the}7  chant  in  hymns  of  joy  ; 

"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

70 


5 

Learn  His  name  and  taste  His  joy, 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  Him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  !  " 

John  Cawood.  1825. 


WELLESLEY 

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LIZZIE  TOURGEK. 

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1.  Hail !  thoa  long  ex  -  pect  -  ed 


y  u  ■  ■ 

Je  -  bus,    Born  to    set  Thy      peo  -  pie  free ;  From  onr  fears  and 


ling  re- 


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Thee. 


25: 


1    ^uuii-,r-a 


Per.  Mrs.  L.  T.  Estabrook. 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  earth  Thou  art ; 


Long-desired  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

3  Born  Thy  people  to  deliver, 
Born  a  Child,  yet  God  our  King, 

Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  Thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  Thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 
Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 

By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  Thy  glorious  throne. 

Chat.  Wesley,  174d. 


68      Continued. 

3  Westward,  all  along  the  ages, 
Trace  its  pathwa}*  clear  and  bright 

Star  of  hope  to  Eastern  sages, 
Radiant  now  with  Gospel  light. 

(3) 


4  Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
Peace  on  earth  delight  to  sing ; 

Christian,  tell  the  wondrous  story, 
Go  proclaim  the  Saviour  King  I 


Anon. 


CHRISTMAS. 


DEDHAM.     C.  M. 


W.  GARDINER.      1766-1853. 
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1.     Sing    to    the  Lord,   ye    dis  -  tant  lands,       Ye  tribes  of        ev'  -  ry       tongue; 


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2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 
G-od's  own  almighty  Son; 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  His  throne. 

5  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day; 
Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 


4  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 
The  islands  of  the  sea: 

Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  valleys  rise: 
Prepare  the  Lord  His  way. 

5  Behold,  He  comes  !  He  comes  to  bless 
The  nations  as  their  God; 

To  show  the  world  His  righteousness, 
And  send  His  truth  abroad. 

Isaac  Watts. 


4M        NOTTINGHAM.     CM.  J.  CLARK.     1770-1836. 

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1.  O  Thou,  who  by  a  star  didst  guide  The  wise  men  on  their  way,  Un-til    it  came  and 

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stood  be-side  The  place  where  Je-sus  lay. 
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2  Although  by  stars  Thou  dost  not  lead 
Thy  servants  now  below, 
Thy  Holy  Spirit,  when  they  need, 
Will  show  them  how  to  go. 


inspire 


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3  As  yet  we  know  Thee  but  in  part  ; 
But  still  we  trust  Thy  word, 
That  blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  the  Lord. 

4.  0  Saviour,  give  us  then  Thy  grace, 
To  make  us  pure  in  heart, 
That  we  may  see  Thee  face  to  face. 
Hereafter,  as  thou  art. 

John  Mason  Neale.    1850. 


CHRISTMAS. 


35 


LEWIS  EDSON.      1748-1820. 


4  O        LENOX.     H.  M. 

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1.  Blow   ye  the  tram-pet,  blow, 


The  glad-ly   sol-emn  sound : 

1  -1 


Let  all  the  nations  know 


F^4=p=f^z>4-uLi    I  ft1  l      i  ipLJ^f-L-L-jHb 


To  earth's  re-mot-est  bound, 

p,rL  rVH 


— u_l-I--M-^-i— I — i- 


-' J  J  J  g ' «  S  8  I  j  I «*  *  V  *  I ;  SV+f  '»  8  8~* 


The  year  of  ju  -  bi  -  lee  is  come ;    The  year  of  ju  -  bi  -  lee  is  eome, 


Re  -  turn,  ye  ransomed 


— r  'r  IT  \"* '  ^^" '  I  '      ■  '  i*1  {  (  '  1  "^ 


2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb: 

Redemption  by  His  blood 

Through  all  the  lands  proclaim: 
rhe  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  The  Gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  pardoning  grace: 

STe  happy  souls,  draw  near; 


Behold  your  Saviour's  face: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
4  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest; 

Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Charles  Wesley,    1750. 


WALSAL.     C.  M. 


HENRY  PURCELL,  1695. 


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ver-y  God  of  ver  -  y  God, 


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2  Our  hopes  are  weak,  our  fears  are  strong, 
Thick  darkness  blinds  our  eyes; 

Cold  is  the  night,  and  oh!  we  long 
That  Thou,  our  Sun,  would'st  rise. 


3  And  even  now,  though  dull  and  grey, 
The  east  is  bright'ning  fast, 

And  kindling  to  the  perfect  day, 
That  never  shall  be  past. 

4  Oh,  guide  us  till  our  path  is  done, 
And  we  have  reached  the  shore 

Where  Thou,  our  Everlasting  Sun, 
Art  shining  evermore.  , 

5  We  wait  in  faith,  and  turn  our  face 
To  where  the  daylight  springs  ; 

Till  Thou  shalt  come  our  gloom  to  chase, 
With  healing  on  Thy  wings. 

J.  M.  Noah. 


CHRISTMAS. 


75 


WESLEY,     us  &  ios 


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a.     Hail      to     the   brightness  of      Zi-on's   glad  morn-ing 


LOWELL  MASON.      1830. 

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Joy    to    the    lands  that    in 


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dark-ness  have  lain  !        Hushed  be  the    ac-cents  of  sorrow  and  mourning  : 


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tri-umph  be  -  gins  her  mild     reign. 


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2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad 

morning, 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  fore- 
told; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  return- 
ing, 

Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision 
behold. 

3  Lo,  in  the  desert   rich   flowers   are 

springing ; 
Streams    ever    copious    are    gliding 

along ; 
Loud  from  the  mountain-tops  echoes  are 

ringing 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure,  and  mingle  in 

song. 

4  See,  from  all  lands,  from  the  isles  of 

the  ocean, 

Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high; 
Fallen  are  the  engines  of  war  and  com- 
motion ; 

Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the 
sky. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1890. 


76 

1  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 

morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us 
Thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is 
laid. 

2  Cold  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are 

shining; 
Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of 

the  stall  ; 
Angels  adore  Him,  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  de- 

votion, 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from 
the  mine? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  His  favor  secure: 

Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the 
poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 

morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us 

Thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  east,  the  ^horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is 

laid.  Reginald  Hcber,  1811. 


CHRISTMAS. 


87 


BOUSH.     8s  &  7s.    6  lines. 


Arr.  by  Schwiko.  Melody  by  C.  Meinkki 


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1.    To  the  Name  of  our  sal-va  -  tion,  Honor,  worship,  thanks,  we  pay;  Which,  for  many  a  gen  -  er  -  a-tion. 


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i      i  i        i         i  o 


Hid  in  God's  fore-knowledge  lay,  But  with  ho -ly   ex  -  nl  -  ta-tion   We    may   sing     a 


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2  Jesus  is  the  Name  we  treasure, 
Name  bej~ond  what  words  can  tell; 

Same  of  gladness,  Name  of  pleasure, 
Ear  and  heart  delighting  well; 

Same  of  sweetness,  passing  measure, 
Saving  us  from  sin  and  hell; 

3  Tis  the  Name  for  adoration; 
Tis  the  Name  of  Victory; 

'Tis  the  Name  for  meditation 

In  this  vale  of  misery; 
'Tis  the  Name  for  veneration 

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4  Jesus  is  the  Name  exalted 
Over  ever}'  other  name; 

In  this  name  whene'er  assaulted, 
We  can  put  our  foes  to  shame;    , 

Strength  to  them  who  else  had  halted, 
Eyes  to  blind,  and  feet  to  lame. 

5  Jesus,  we  Th}'  Name  adoring 
Long  to  see  Thee  as  Thou  art; 

Of  Thy  clemency  imploring. 

So  to  write  it  in  our  heart, 
That  hereafter,  upwards  soaring, 

We  with  angels  may  have  part. 

Latin  Hymn,  15th  Century     Translated  by  J.  M.  JSTeaie. 

Arr.  by  Rchwino. 

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2  Good-will  to  sinful  man  is  shown, 
And  peace  on  earth  is  given; 

For  lo!  th'  incarnate  Saviour  comes 
With  messages  from  heav'n. 


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3  Justice  and  grace  with  sweet  accord, 

His  rising  beams  adorn: 
Let  heaven  and  earth  in  concert  join, 
';The  promised  Child  is  born." 

4  Glory  to  God  in  highest  strains 
B3'  highest  worlds  is  paid; 

Be  glory  then  by  us  proclaimed, 
And  by  our  lives  displayed. 

5  When  shall  we  reach  those  blissful  realms, 

Where  Christ  exalted  reigns, 

And  learn  of  the  celestial  choir 

Their  own  immortal  strains  ? 

Philip  Doddridae,  1740. 


CHRISTMAS. 


ANGELICA.    8s,  7S&4S. 
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Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

3  Saints  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  His  temple  shall  appear. 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

Amen. 

James  Montgomery,  1819. 


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Our  life  and  peace  to  bring, 

To  dwell  in  lowliness  with  men, 
Their  Pattern  and  their  King: 

3  He  to  the  lowly  soul 
Doth  still  Himself  impart, 

And  for  His  dwelling  and  His  throne 
Chooseth  the  pure  in  heart. 

4  Lord,  we  Thy  presence  seek! 
May  ours  this  blessing  be: 

Give  us  a  pure  and  lowly  heart, 

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CHRISTMAS. 


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Who  from  this  world  of  sin, 

3y  cruel  Herod's  ruthless  sword 
Those  precious  ones  didst  win. 

\  Baptized  in  their  own  blood, 

Earth's  untried  perils  o'er, 
[hey  passed  unconsciously  the  flood, 

And  safely  gained  the  shore. 

!  Glory  to  Thee  for  all 

The  ransomed  infant  band, 
rVho  since  that  hour  have  heard  Thy  call, 

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4  Oh  that  our  hearts  within, 

Like  theirs,  were  pure  and  bright ! 
Oh  that  as  free  from  deeds  of  sin 
We  shrank  not  from  Thy  sight  ! 

5  Lord,  help  us  every  hour 
Thy  cleansing  grace  to  claim; 

In  life  to  glorify  Thy  power 
In  death  to  praise  Thy  name. 

Emma  Toke. 


83 

1  Father  !  our  hearts  we  lift 
Up  to  Thy  gracious  throne, 

And  thank  Thee  for  the  precious  gift 
Of  Thine  incarnate  Son, 

2  Jesus,  the  Holy  Child, 
Doth,  by  His  birth,  declare, 

That  God  and  man  are  reconciled, 
And  one  in  Him  we  are. 

3  A  peace  on  earth  He  brings, 
Which  nevermore  shall  end; 

The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  King  of  kings, 
Declares  Himself  our  Friend. 

4  Oh  !  may  we  all  receive 

The  new-born  Prince  of  peace; 
And  meekly  in  His  spirit  live, 
And  in  His  love  increase. 

Charles  Wesley,  1746. 


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A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound, 

In  distant  Alleluias  stole, 

Wild  murm'ring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 

3  Then  swift  to  every  startled  eye, 
New  streams  of  glory  light  the  sky, 
Heaven  bursts  her  azure  gates,  to  pour 
Her  Spirits  to  the  midnight  hour. 

4  On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame? 
The  glorious  hosts  of  Zion  came; 
High  heaven  with  songs  of  triumph  rang, 
While  loud  they  struck  their  harps  and 

sang. 

5  He  comes!  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart; 
Bid  Satan  and  his  wiles  depart : 
Again  the  day-star  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom  ! 

6  0  Zion  !  lift  thy  raptured  eye, 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh. 
Sing  praises,  with  the  angel  host, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Thomas  Campbell,  1820. 

85. 

1  Not  by  the  martyr's  death  alone 
The  martyr's  crown  in  heaven  is  won: 
There  is  a  triumph  set  on  high 

For  bloodless  fields  of  victory. 

2  What  though  he  was  not  called  to  feel 
The  cross,  or  flame,  or  torturing  wheel, 
Yet  daily  to  the  world  he  died, 

His  flesh,  through  grace,  he  crucified. 


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sore, 
Nor  cruel  beasts  his  members  tore, 
Enough  if  perfect  love  arise 
To  Christ  a  grateful  sacrifice. 

4  When  self-control  the  flesh  subdues, 
And  faith  the  wayward  soul  imbues, 
Love,  with  her  torch-light  from  the  skies, 
Shall  fire  the  holy  sacrifice. 

5  Lord,  grant  us  so  to  Thee  to  turn, 
That  we  to  die  through  life  may  learn; 
And  when  this  fleeting  life  is  o'er 
May  live  with  Thee  for  evermore. 

Latin  Hymn 
Translation  Compiled. 


86 

1  0  Thou,  who  gav'st  Thy  servant  grace 
On  Thee  the  living  rock  to  rest, 

To  look  on  Thine  unveiled  face, 
And  lean  on  Thy  protecting  breast; 

2  Grant  us,  0  King  of  mercy,  still 
To  feel  Thy  presence  from  above, 

And  in  Thy  word  and  in  Thy  will 
To  hear  Thy  voice  and  know  Thy  love; 

3  And  when  the  toils  of  life  are  done, 
And  nature  waits  Thy  just  decree,, 

To  find  our  rest  beneath  Thy  throne, 
And  look  in  certain  hope  to  Thee. 

Reginald  Hebtr. 


CHRISTMAS. 


STELLA.     L.  M.  D. 


JAMES  MILLAR.      1754. 

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2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode; 
rhe  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark; 
rhe  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
rhe  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 


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PARK   STREET.     L.  M. 


Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze; 
Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 
3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all; 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease; 
And,  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now,  safely  moored,  m}T  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever,  and  for  evermore, — 
The  Star,  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

Henry  Kirke  White,  1806. 
F.  M.  A.  VENUA.      1788. 


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2  Thou  that  art  very  Light  of  Light, 
Unfailing  Hope  in  sin's  dark  night, 
Hear  Thou  the  prayers  Thy  people  pray 
The  wide  world  o'er,  this  blessed  day. 

3  Remember,  Thou,  who  all  didst  make, 
How,  for  Thy  fallen  creatures'  sake, 
Thou,  in  the  Holy  Virgin's  womb, 
Didst  our  humanity  assume. 

4  To-day,  as  year  by  year  its  light 
Sheds  o'er  the  world  a  radiance  bright, 


One  precious  truth  is  echoed  on, 
"Tis  Thou  hast  saved  us,  Thou  alone." 

5  Thou  from  the  Father's  throne  didst  come 
To  call  His  banished  children  home; 
And  heaven  and  earth,  and  sea  and  shore 
His  love  who  sent  Thee  here  adore. 

6  And  gladsome  too  are  we  to-day, 
Whose  guilt  Thy  blood  has  washed  away ; 
Redeemed,  the  new-made  song  we  sing; 
It  is  the  birthday  of  our  King. 

Latin  Hymn,  6th  Century.    H.  W.  Baker  &  E.  Casuall. 


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NEW  YEAR. 


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Oh,  that  each  from  his  Lord  may  receive 
the  glad  word, 
"Well  and  faithfully  done! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my 

throne!"  Charles  Wesley.   1749. 

ORLANDO   GIBBONS.      1623. 


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Rock  of  strength  !  be  Thou  our  stay  ! 

In  the  pathless  wilderness 
Be  our  true  and  living  way  ! 


We  shall  praise,  on  golden  strings, 
Thee,  the  only  Potentate, 

Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings  ! 

Henry  Downton,  1843. 


NEW  YEAR. 


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2  All  its  numbered  days  are  sped, 

All  its  busy  scenes  are  o'er, 
All  its  joys  for  ever  fled. 

All  its  sorrows  felt  no  more. 
Mingled  with  th'  eternal  past, 

Its  remembrance  shall  decay; 
Set  to  be  revived  at  last 

At  the  solemn  judgment-day. 


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3  All  our  follies.  Lord,  forgive  ! 

Cleanse  us  from  each  guilty  stain; 
Let  Thy  grace  within  us  live. 

That  we  spend  not  years  in  vain. 
Then,  when  life's  last  eve  shall  come, 

Happy  spirits,  may  we  fly 
To  our  everlasting  home, 

To  our  Father's  house  on  high ! 

Pay  Palmer,  1839. 
CHARLES  BCRKEY,  1760. 

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2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God, 

By  His  incessant  bounty  fed, 
By  His  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  Thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  Thy  feet. 


4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 

Be  Thou  our  jo\',  and  Thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hope  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

5  When  death  shall  interrupt  these  song& 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 
Our  Helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust. 

In  better  worlds,  our  souls  shall  boast. 

Philip  Doddridge. 


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Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours, 
Through  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores: 
And  winters,  softened  by  Thy  care, 
No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 
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Demand  successive  songs  of  praise; 
And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 
Here  in  Thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  Sabbaths  bless  our  e3res, 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

Philip  Doddridge. 
THOS.  HASTINGS. 


1.  Thy  blood,  0  Christ,  hath  made  our  peace ;  Not  only  that,  whereby  The  gronnd  of  Calvary  was  stained,  When  Thou  wert  hung  on  high. 


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Henry  Alford,  1846. 


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His  name's  a  rock,  which  winds  above, 
And  waves  below,  can  never  move. 

3  While  all  things  change,He  changes  not; 
He  ne'er  forgets,  though  oft  forgot ; 
His  love  will  ever  be  the  same  ; 

His  word,  enduring  as  His  name. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  saints,  rejoice  and  praise 
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1  No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 
My  firm  affection,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
For  Thou  hast  always  been  my  Rock, 
A  Fortress  and  Defence  to  me. 

2  Thou  my  Deliverer  art,  0  God  : 
My  trust  is  in  Thy  mighty  power, 
Thou  art  my  Shield  from  foes  abroad, 
At  home  my  Safeguard  and  my  Tower. 

3  To  Thee  wll  I  address  m}r  prayer, 
To  whom  all  praise  we  justly  owe  ; 
So  shall  I,  by  Thy  watchful  care, 
Be  guarded  safe  from  every  foe. 

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2  Kings  shall  fall  down  before  Him, 
And  gold  and  incense  bring  : 

All  nations  shall  adore  Him  ; 

His  praise  all  people  sing ; 
For  He  shall  have  dominion 

O'er  river,  sea,  and  shore, 
Far  as  the  eagle's  pinion 

Or  dove's  light  wing  can  soar. 

3  For  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing 
And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 

His  kingdom  still  increasing, 
A  kingdom  without  end. 

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The  heavenly  dew  shall  nourish 

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Whose  fruit  shall  spread  and  flourish, 

And  shake  like  Lebanon. 
4  O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  On  His  throne  shall  rest ; 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All-blessing  and  all-blessed. 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove  ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever ; 

His  great,  best  name  of  Love  ! 

James  Montgomery,  1822. 

CESAR  H.  A.  MALAN.      1830. 

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Let  Thy  love  on  all  be  poured  ; 
Let  the  nations  shout  and  §ing 
Olory  to  their  Saviour  King  ; 
At  Thy  feet  their  tribute  pay, 
And  Thy  holy  will  obey. 


3  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord  ! 

Earth  shall  then  her  fruits^afford, 

Grod  to  man  His  blessings  give, 

Man  to  God  devoted  live  ; 

All  below,  and  all  above, 

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EPIPHANY.— MISSIONS. 


47 


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To  that  lowly  manger-bed  ; 
There  to  bend  the  knee  before 

Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore  ; 
So  may  we  with  willing  feet 
Ever  seek  Thy  mercy- seat. 

3  As  they  offered  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare  ; 
So  may  we  with  holy  joy, 

Pure  and  free  from  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ !  to  Thee,  our  heavenly  King. 

4  Holy  Jesus  !  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way ; 
And  when  earthly  things  are  past, 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last 
Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  Thy  glory  hide. 

5  In  the  heavenly  country  bright 
Need  they  no  created  light ; 
Thou  its  Light,  its  Joy,  its  Crown, 


Thou  its  Sun  which  goes  not  down ; 
There  for  ever  may  we  sing 
Alleluias  to  our  King. 

Wm.  Chatterton  Dix,  1860. 

101 

1  Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  Light ; 

Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night : 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  draw  near  ; 
Day-star  in  our  hearts  appear. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 
Unaccompanied  by  Thee  ; 

Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  Thy  mercy's  beams  we  see : 
Lord,  Thy  inward  light  impart, 
Cheering  each  benighted  heart. 

3  Visit  every  soul  of  Thine, 
Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 

Fill  with  radiancy  divine, 

Scatter  all  our  unbelief: 
More  and  more  Thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day, 

Charles  Wesley,  1140. 


EPIPHANY.— MISSIONS. 


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Let  us  find  the  promised  rest ; 

Take  away  our  power  of  sinning, 
Alpha  and  Omega  be ; 

End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 
Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 
Let  us  all  Thy  life  receive, 

Suddenly  return,  and  never, 
Never  more  Thy  temples  leave ; 


Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 
Serve  Thee  as  Thy  hosts  above, 

Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing, 
Glory  in  Thy  perfect  love. 

4  Finish,  then,  Thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  sinless  let  us  be  ; 
Let  us  see  Thy  great  salvation 

Perfectly  restored  in  Thee, 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Charles  Wesley,  1746, 


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The  wind  was  hushed,  the  billows  ceased 

And  owned  Thee  God  and  Lord. 


3  So,  now,  when  depths  of  sin 
Our  souls  with  terror  fill, 

Arise,  and  be  our  helper,  Lord, 
And  speak  Thy  "  Peace,  be  still," 


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Oh  !  bend  our  stubborn  knees  to  kneel  to  Thee ; 
Speak  but  the  word,  and  we  once  more  are  free. 

3  Yea,  Lord,  we  claim  the  promise  of  Thy  love, 
Thy  love  which  can  all  guilt,  all  pain  remove ; 
Nigh  to  our  souls  Thy  great  salvation  bring, 
Then  sickness  hath  no  pang,  and  death  no  sting. 

4  We  hail  this  pledge  in  all  Thy  deeds  of  grace  ; 
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Sickness  and  tears  and  death  no  more  shall  be. 

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When  we  shall  know  Thee  in  Thy  Father's  home, 
And  at  Thy  great  Epiphany  adore 

The  co-eternal  G-odhead  evermore.  GreviUe  PhiUimore, 


103     Continued. 

4  When  death's  dark  sea  we  cross, 
Be  with  us  in  Thy  power, 

Nor  let  the  water-floods  prevail 
In  that  dread  trial  hour. 

5  And  when,  amid  the  signs 
Which  speak  Thine  Advent  near, 

The  roaring  of  the  sea  and  waves 
Fills  faithless  hearts  with  fear ; 

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6  May  we  all  undismayed 
Thy  raging  tempest  see, 

Lift  up  our  heads  and  hail  with  joy 
Thy  great  Epiphany. 

7  All  praise  to  Thee,  of  old 
By  sign  and  wonder  known  ; 

All  praise  to  Thee,  to  be  revealed 
Upon  the  judgment  throne. 

Hyde  W.  Btado*. 


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The  sullen  billows  ceased  to  leap 
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So,  when  our  life  is  clouded  o'er, 
And  storm -winds  drift  us  from  the  shore, 
Say  (lest  we  sink  to  rise  no  more) 
''Peace,  be  still." 

Godfrey  Thring. 


D.  DUTTON. 


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And  let  Thy  truth  preserve  our  way, 
Nor  suffer  us  to  fall. 

4  Abide  with  us  to  bless  us  still, 
O  bounteous  Lord  of  peace  ; 

With  grace  and  power  our  souls  fulfill, 
Our  faith  and  love  increase. 

5  Abide  among  us  as  our  shield, 
0  Captain  of  Thy  host ; 

That  to  the  world  we  may  not  yield, 
Nor  e'er  forsake  our  post. 

6  Abide  with  us  in  faithful  love, 
Our  God  and  Saviour  be  ! 

Thy  help  at  need,  oh  !  let  us  prove, 
And  keep  us  true  to  Thee. 

J.  Sfpgmann. 
Translated  by  Catherine  Winkworth. 


108 

1  0  Jesus,  King  most  wonderful, 
Thou  Conqueror  renowned  , 

Spirit  of  grace  ineffable, 

In  whom  all  joys  are  found  ! 

2  When  once  Thou  visitest  the  heart, 
Then  truth  begins  to  shine  ; 

Then  earthly  vanities  depart ; 
Then  wakens  love  divine. 

3  0  Jesus,  Light  of  all  below  ! 
Thou  Fount  of  living  fire, 

Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know 
And  all  we  can  desire. 

4  May  every  heart  confess  Thy  name, 
And  ever  Thee  adore  ; 

And  seeking  Thee,  itself  inflame 
To  seek  Thee  more  and  more. 

5  Thee  may  our  tongues  forever  bleas ; 
Thee  may  we  love  alone  ; 

And  ever  in  our  lives  express 
The  image  of  Thine  Own. 

Bernard  of  Giairvaux. 


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With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  His  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  His  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns; 
The  joyful  prisoner  bursts  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Where  He  displays  His  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more; 
In  Him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

6  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  : 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

110 

1  'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 
We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night; 

Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies  ; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear; 

Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
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Though  lions  roar  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abram,  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God ; 

His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

Isaac  Walts,  1709, 

111 

1  God  in  His  earthly  temples  lays 
Foundations  for  His  heavenly  praise  : 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well ; 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  visits  every  house, 

That  pays  its  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay, 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  described  of  old  ! 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below  ! 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Eg}rpt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  ; 
Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 

The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  His  last  account 
Of  natives  in  His  holy  mount, 

'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  and  nourished  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


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They  all  at  Zions  gates  arrive  ; 

Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sovereign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3  Gentiles  and  Jews  His  laws  obey, 
Nations  remote  their  offerings  bring, 

And  unconstrained  their  homage  pay 
To  their  exalted  God  and  King. 

4  O  may  His  holy  Church  increase, 
His  Word  and  Spirit  still  prevail, 

While  angels  celebrate  His  praise, 
And  saints  His  growing  glories  hail  ! 

5  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below,  and  all  above  ! 

In  lofty  songs  exalt  His  name, — 
In  sonsrs  as  lasting  as  His  love. 

Benj.  Beddome. 

113 

1  O  Christ,  our  true  and  only  light  ! 
Illumine  those  who  sit  in  night ; 
Let  those  afar  now  hear  Thy  voice, 
And  in  Thy  fold  with  us  rejoice. 

2  And  all  who  else  have  strayed  from  Thee 
Oh,  gently  seek  !  Thy  healing  be 

To  every  wounded  conscience  given, 
And  let  them  also  share  Thy  heaven. 

3  Oh  make  the  deaf  to  hear  Thy  word, 
And  teach  the  dumb  to  speak,  dear  Lord, 


Who  dare  not  yet  the  faith  avow, 
Though  secretly  they  hold  it  now. 

4  Shine  on  the  darkened  ancl  the  cold, 
Recall  the  wanderers  from  Thy  fold  j 
Unite  those  now  who  walk  apart, 
Confirm  the  weak  and  doubting  heart. 

5  So  they,  with  us,  ma}-  evermore 
Such  grace  with  wondering  thanks  adore, 
And  endless  praise  to  Thee  be  given, 
By  all  Thy  Church  in  earth  and  heaven. 

Catharine  Winkworth. 

114 

1  The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high  ; 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  : 

Out  of  the  depths  to  Thee  I  call  ; 

M}*  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 
And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm, 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill : 
Control  the  waves;  say,  "Peace  !  be  still." 

3  Amid  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

M}r  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  Thee  ; 
Thy  constant  love,  Thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Though  tempest-tossed  and  half  a  wreck. 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek : 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 

Wm.  Oowper. 


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WILLIAM   TANSUR.      1735. 


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At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 

But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  da}*. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 

118 

1  Oh.  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemers  praise, 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my^God, 
Assist  me  to  proclaim. 

To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  Thy  name. 

3  Jesus  !  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease — 


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'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 
He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  : 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  He  speaks,  and,  listening  to  His  voice, 
New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 

The  mourning,  broken  hearts  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  Him,  ye  deaf !  His  praise,   ye 

dumb, 
Your  loosened  tongues  employ  ! 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy  ! 

7  Look  unto  Him,  ye  nations  ;  own 
Your  God,  ye  fallen  race  ; 

Look,  and  be  saved  through  faith  alone, 
Be  justified  by  grace. 

Charles  Wesley. 


116    Continued. 

2  The  root  of  David,  here  we  find, 
And  offspring  is  the  same  ; 

Eternity  and  time  are  joined 
In  our  Immanuel's  name. 

3  Blest  He  that  comes  to  wretched  men, 
With  peaceful  news  from  heaven  ; 


Hosannas  of  the  highest  strain, 
To  Christ  the  Lord  be  given  ! 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refuse  to  take 
The  hosanna  on  their  tongues, 

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There,  when  this  Jittle  day  is  o'er, 
Shall  love  alone  abide. 

3  0  love,  0  truth,  0  light  ! 
Light  never  to  decay  ! 

0  rest  from  thousand  labors  past  ! 
O  endless  Sabbath-day  ! 

4  Here  amid  cares  and  tears, 
Bearing  the  seed  we  come  ; 

There  with  rejoicing  hearts  we  bring 
Our  harvest-burdens  home. 

5  Give,  mighty  Lord  divine, 
The  fruits  Thyself  dost  love  ; 

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Crown  Thine  own  gifts  above. 

Latin  Hymn.     Trans.  Jas.  B.  Woodford. 

120 

1  Not  by  Thy  mighty  Hand, 
Thy  wondrous  works  alone, 

But  by  the  marvels  of  Thy  word, 
Thy  glory,  Lord,  is  known. 

2  Forth  from  the  eternal  gates, 
Thine  everlasting  home, 

To  sow  the  seed  of  truth  below, 
Thou  didst  vouchsafe  to  come. 

3  And  still  from  age  to  age 
Thou,  gracious  Lord,  hast  been 

The  Bearer  forth  of  goodly  seed, 
The  Sower  still  unseen. 


4  And  Thou  wilt  come  again, 
And  heaven  beneath  Thee  bow, 

To  reap  the  harvest  Thou  hast  sown, 
Sower  and  Reaper  Thou. 

5  Watch,  Lord,  Thy  harvest-field 
With  Thine  unsleeping  eye  ; 

The  children  of  the  Kingdom  keep 
•    To  Thine  Epiphany. 

6  That  when  in  Thy  great  day 
The  tares  shall  severed  be, 

We  may  be  gathered  by  Thy  grace 
With  all  Thy  saints  to  Thee. 

J.  R.  Woodford. 

121 

1  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 
Thy  will  in  all  to  see  ; 

And  what  I  do  in  any  thing, 
To  do  it  as  for  Thee. 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 
While  still  to  Thee  I  tend ; 

In  all  I  do,  be  Thou  the  Way, 
In  all,  be  Thou  the  End. 

3  All  may  of  Thee  partake  ; 
Nothing  so  small  can  be, 

But  draws,  when  acted  for  Thy  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  Thee  : 

4  If  done  beneath  Thy  laws, 
E'en  servile  labors  shine  ; 

Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause  ; 
The  meanest  work  divine. 

George  Herbert. 


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2  Thou  speakest  :  it  is  done  : 
Obedient  to  Thy  word, 

The  water  reddening  into  wine 
Proclaims  the  present  Lord. 

3  Blest  were  the  eyes  which  saw 
That  wondrous  mysterj', 

The  great  beginning  of  Thy  works, 
That  kindled  faith  in  Thee. 


4  And  blessed  they  who  know 
Thine  unseen  Presence  true, 

When  in  the  Kingdom  of  Thy  grace 
Thou  makest  all  things  new. 

5  For  by  Thy  loving  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  fed  ; 

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6  Oh  may  that  grace  be  ours. 
In  Thee  for  aye  to  live, 

And  drink  of  those  refreshing  streams 
Which  Thou  alone  canst  give. 

7  So,  led  from  strength  to  strength, 
Grant  us,  0  Lord,  to  see 

The  marriage  Supper  of  the  Lamb, 
Thy  great  Epiphany. 

Hyde  W.  Beadon. 


123 


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2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing, 
That  we  should  be  unknown ; 

The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made  ; 


Send  down  Thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 

To  rest  upon  my  heart. 
6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
My  faith  shall— "Abba,  Father !  "—cry, 

And  Thou  the  kindred  own. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


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2  Jesus,  my  All  in  all  Thou  art, 
My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain ; 

The  medicine  of  my  broken  heart : 
In  storms  my  peace  ;  in  loss,  my  gain  ; 

My  strength  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown  : 

In  shame  my  glory  and  my  crown. 


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In  weakness,  my  almighty  power ; 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty ; 

My  refuge  in  temptation's  hour  ; 
My  comfort  'midst  all  grief  and  thrall ; 
My  life  in  death,  my  All  in  all. 

Charles  Wesley. 


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2  The  doctors  of  the  law 
Gaze  on  the  wondrous  Child, 

And  marvel  at  His  gracious  words 
Of  wisdom  undefiled. 

3  Yet  not  to  them  is  given 
The  mighty  truth  to  know, 


5  Lord,  visit  Thou  our  souls, 
And  teach  us  by  Thy  grace 

Each  dim  revealing  of  Thyself 
With  loving  awe  to  trace  ; 

6  Till  from  our  darkened  sight 
The  cloud  shall  pass  away, 

And  on  the  cleansed  soul  shall  burst 
The  everlasting  day.     James  R,  wood/ord. 


126 


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59 


NUNDA.     L.  M.  D. 


LOWELL   MASON. 


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Here,  where  the  apostle's  heart  of  rock 
Is  nerved  against  temptation's  shock  ; 
Here,  where  the  son  of  thunder  learns 
The  thought  that  breathes,  and  word  that 
Here,  where  on  eagles'  wings  we  move  [burns; 
With  Him  whose  last  best  creed  is  love. 

3  0  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 
Entranced,  enwrapt,  alone  with  Thee  ; 
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The  human  lineaments  that  shine 
Irradiant  with  a  light  divine  : 
Till  we  too  change  from  grace  to  grace, 
Gazing  on  that  transfigured  Face. 
4  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 
Here  on  the  holy  Mount  with  Thee  : 
When  darkling  in  the  depths  of  night, 
When  dazzled  with  excess  of  light, 
We  bow  before  the  heavenly  Voice 
That  bids  bewildered  souls  rejoice, 
Though  love  wax  cold,  and  faith  be  dim — 
"This  is  my  Son — Oh  hear  ye  Him." 

A.  P.  Stanley. 


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2  Then  shall  war  and  tumults  cease. 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain  ; 
Righteousness  and  joy  and  peace 

Undisturbed  shall  ever  reifm. 
Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord, 

Ever  praise  His  glorious  name  ; 
All  His  mighty  acts  record. 

All  His  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

Ilurntt  A  ubm  ,  1829. 


60 


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128 


WAREHAM.     L.  M. 


WILLIAM  KNAPP.      1760. 


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2  And  lo  !  the  eastern  sages  stand 

To  read  in  heaven  the  Lord's  command  : 
Children  of  faith  the}'  come  ;  they  find 
The  Prince  and  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  They  bless  the  meek  and  holy  Child, 
An  infant  Lord,  and  Monarch  mild  : 
Their  riches  at  His  feet  they  pour 
And  with  the  heart  their  King  adore. 

4  0  heavenly  Lord,  O  holy  Light, 
That  shines  through  Nature's  wondering 

night 
What  marvels  in  Thy  love  we  trace, 
What  power  divine,  what  glorious  grace. 

5  And  now,thou  bright  and  morning  star, 
Arise  again  and  shine  afar 

From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  utmost  tribes  their  King  adore. 

Latin  Hymn. 
Translation  Compiled. 

129 

1  Through  Israel's  coasts,  in  times  of  old, 
When  Thou  didst  dwell  with  men  below, 
By  signs  and  wonders  manifold 

Thou  didst,  O  Lord,  Thy  glory  show. 

2  But  not  alone  Thy  mighty  power 
Shone  forth  from  every  wondrous  sign  : 
Day  unto  day,  and  hour  to  hour, 
Spoke  forth  thy  love  and  grace  divine. 


3  And  now  Thou  reignest,  Lord,  above, 
We  none  the  less  Thy  wonders  trace  : 
Unwearied  are  Thy  calls  of  love, 
Unspent  Thy  miracles  of  grace. 

4  Thou  who  didst  make  the  water  wine, 
Our  earthly  with  Thy  heavenly  fill  : 
Our  scant  obedience  change  to  Thine, 
Our  passions  to  Thy  blessed  will. 

Henry  Al/ord. 

130 

1  On  Tabors  top  the  Saviour  stands, 
His  altered  face  resplendent  shines 
And  while  He  elevates  His  hands, 
Lo  !  gloiy  marks  its  gentle  lines  ! 

2  Two  heavenly  forms  descend  to  wait 
Upon  their  suffering  Prince  below  ; 
But  while  they  worship  at  His  feet, 
They  talk  of  fast  approaching  woe. 

3  Amid  the  lustre  of  the  scene, 
To  Calvary  He  turns  His  eyes, 
And  with  submission,  all  serene, 
He  marks  the  future  tempest  rise. 

4  Then  let  us  climb  the  mount  of  prayer, 
Where  all  His  beaming  glories  shine, 
And  gazing  on  His  brightness  there, 
Our  woes  forget  in  jO}rs  divine. 

5  Oh,  that  on  yonder  heavenly  hills, 
Where  now  the  risen  Saviour  stands, 
And  peace,  like  softest  dew,  distils— 
I  too  may  elevate  my  hands. 


EPIPHANY.— MISSIONS. 


131 


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ROTHWELL.     L.   M. 


WILLIAM   TANSUR.      1743. 


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The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled  ; 
Along  the  line,  to  either  pole, 

The  thunder  of  Thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  Our  prayers  assist,  accept  our  praise, 
Our  hopes  revive,  our  courage  raise ; 

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Our  counsels  aid,  to  each  impart 
The  single  e}*e,  the  faithful  heart. 
4  Forth  with  Thy  chosen  heralds  come, 
Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home  : 
From  Z ion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around, 

W.  B.  Collyer. 


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2  Tell  it  out  among  the  people  that  the  Saviour  reigns; 

Tell  it  out!  Tell  it  out! 
Tell  it  out  among  the  heathen,  bid  them  break  their  chains; 

Tell  it  out!  Tell  it  out! 
Tell  it  out  among  the  weeping  ones  that  Jesus  lives. 
Tell  it  out  among  the  weary  ones  what  rest  He  gives, 
Tell  it  out  among  the  sinners  that  He  came  to  save ; 

Tell  it  out'.  Tell  it  out! 


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Tell  it  out!  Tell  it  out! 
Tell  it  oui  among  the  nations  that  His  reign  is  love ; 

Tell  it  out!  Tell  it  out! 
Tell  it  out  among  the  highways  and  the  lanes  at  home, 
Let  it  ring  across  the  mountains  and  the  ocean's  foam. 
That  the  weary,  heavy-laden,  need  no  longer  roam ; 

Tell  It  out!  Tell  it  out!  Frances  R.  HavergaL 


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133 


MISSIONARY  HYMN.    7s  &  6s.     D. 


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2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 

Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown, 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Can  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high, 

Can  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  0  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  His  story, 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 

Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 

Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 

Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Reginald  Heber, 


134 


Our  country's  voice  is  pleading. 

Ye  men  of  God,  arise  ! 
His  providence  is  leading, 

The  land  before  you  lies  ; 
Day-gleams  are  o'er  it  brightening, 

And  promise  clothes  the  soil  ; 
Wide  fields,  for  harvest  whitening, 

Invite  the  reaper's  toil. 

2  Go,  where  the  waves  are  breaking 
On  California's  shore, 

Christ's  precious  Gospel  taking, 
More  rich  than  golden  ore  ; 

On  Alleghan}T's  mountains, 
Through  all  the  western  vale, 

Beside  Missouri's  fountains, 
Rehearse  the  wondrous  tale. 

3  The  love  of  Christ  unfolding, 
Speed  on  from  east  to  west, 

Till  all,  His  cross  beholding, 

In  Him  are  fully  blest. 
Great  Author  of  salvation, 

Haste,  haste  the  glorious  day, 
When  we,  a  ransomed  nation, 

Thy  sceptre  shall  obey. 

Mrs.  M.  F.  Anderson,  1848. 


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63 


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2  See  heathen  nations  bending 
Before  the  God  we  love, 

And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above  ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  Gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, — 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

3  Blest  river  of  salvation  ! 
Pursue  thine  onward  way  ; 

Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  : 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim — "The  Lord  is  come  !  " 

Samuel  F.  Smith,  1831. 

136 

1  Stand  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross  ; 
Lift  high  His  royal  banner, 

It  must  not  suffer  loss  : 
From  victory  unto  victory 

His  army  shall  He  lead, 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished, 

And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 


2  Stand  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 
The  trumpet  call  obey  ; 

Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 
In  this  His  glorious  da}r  : 

"Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  Him," 
Against  unnumbered  foes  ; 

Let  courage  rise  with  danger, 
And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 

3  Stand  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 
Stand  in  His  strength  alone  ; 

The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you — 
Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own  : 

Put  on  the  Gospel  armor, 
And,  watching  unto  pra}-er, 

Where  duty  calls,  or  danger, 
Be  never  wanting  there. 

4  Stand  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 
The  strife  will  not  be  long  ; 

This  day,  the  noise  of  battle, 
The  next  the  victor's  song  : 

To  him  that  overcometh, 
A  crown  of  life  shall  be  ; 

He  with  the  King  of  glory 
Shall  reign  eternally  ! 

Gto.  DuffMd. 


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2  If  you  cannot  cross  the  ocean, 
And  the  heathen  lands  explore, 

You  can  find  the  heathen  nearer, 
You  can  help  them  at  your  door. 

If  you  cannot  give  your  thousands, 
You  can  give  the  widow's  mite  ; 

And  the  least  you  do  for  Jesus, 
Will  be  precious  in  His  sight. 

3  If  you  cannot  be  the  watchman, 
Standing  high  on  Zion's  wall, 

Pointing  out  the  path  to  heaven, 
Offering  life  and  peace  to  all ; 

With    your    prayers     and    with    your 
bounties 
You  can  do  what  Heaven  demands  ; 

You  can  be  like  faithful  Aaron, 
Holding  up  the  prophet's  hands. 

4  While  the  souls  of  men  are  dying, 
And  the  Master  calls  for  you, 

Let  none  hear  you  idly  saying, 
"There  is  nothing  I  can  do  I M 


Gladly  take  the  task  He  gives  you, 
Let  His  work  your  pleasure  be  ; 

Answer  quickly  when  He  calleth, 
"Here  am  I,  0  Lord,  send  me." 

D.  March. 

138 

1  Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters, 
Thinking  not  'tis  thrown  away  ; 

God  Himself  saith,  thou  shalt  gather 

It  again  some  future  day. 
Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters  ; 

Wildly  though  the  billows  roll, 
They  but  aid  thee  as  thou  toilest 

Truth  to  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 

2  As  the  seed  by  billows  floated, 
To  some  distant  island  lone, 

So  to  human  souls  benighted, 
That  thou  flingest  may  be  borne. 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters  ; 
Why  wilt  thou  still  doubting  stand  ? 

Bounteous  shall  God  send  the  harvest, 
If  thou  sow'st  with  liberal  hand. 

Mrs.  Phoebe  A.  Hanaford. 


EPIPHANY— MISSIONS. 


65 


Id  J        MIDDLETON.    8s  &  7s. 


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B.C.— Let  them  see  Thee 


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Be      it    to     the     Gen  -  tiles    told 


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2  Far  and  wide,  though  all  unknowing, 

Pants  for  Thee  each  mortal  breast ; 
Human  tears  for  Thee  are  flowing, 

Human  hearts  in  Thee  would  rest. 
Thirsting  as  for  dews  of  even, 

As  the  new  mown  grass  for  rain ; 
Thee  they  seek,  as  God  of  heaven, 

Thee  as  Man  for  sinners  slain. 


140 


3  Saviour,  lo!  the  isles  are  waiting, 

Stretched  the  hand,  and  strained  the  sight, 
For  Thy  Spirit,  new  creating, 

Love's  pure  flame  and  wisdom's  light : 
Give  the  word,  and  of  the  preacher 

Speed  the  foot  and  touch  the  tongue ; 
Till  on  earth  by  every  creature 

Glory  to  the  Lamb  be  sung. 

Arthur  Cleveland  Coxe,  1851. 


ZION.     8s,  7S&4S. 


I)R.   THOS.   HASTINGS. 

4 — I—. 


1784-1872. 


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\   See    the   prom-is  -  es       ad-vanc-ing  To       a    glo-rious  day     of      grace:/ 


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lorious  marning  dawn.   Blessed  jubilee  !     Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 


jubilee  !  Let  thy  glorious  marning  dawn 

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2  Let  the  dark,  benighted  pagan, 
Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 

That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 
Once  obtained  on  Calvary  : 

Let  the  Gospel 
Loud  resound,  from  pole  to  pole  ! 

3  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness- 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
Now  from  eastern  coast  to  western 

5 


May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

Let  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 
4  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel  1 
Win  and  conquer, — never  cease  ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase : 

Sway  Thy  scepter, 
Saviour  1  all  the  world  around. 

W.  Williams,  177$. 


66  EPIPHANY.— MISSIONS. 

14:1        ST.  ALBAN'S.    6s  &  5s.     D. 


FROM  P.  J.  HAYDN. 


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Brightly  gleams  our  ban-ner,  Pointing  to  the  sky, Waving  wand'rers  onward  To  their  home  on  high. 


2  Jesus,  Lord  and  Master, 

At  Thy  sacred  feet, 
Here  with  hearts  rejoicing 

See  Thy  children  meet ; 
Often  have  we  left  Thee, 

Often  gone  astray ; 
Keep  us,  mighty  Saviour, 

In  the  narrow  way. — Ref. 


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3  All  our  days  direct  us 

In  the  way  we  go  ; 
Lead  us  on  victorious 

Over  every  foe  : 
Bid  Thine  angels  shield  us 

When  the  storm-clouds  lower, 
Pardon  Thou  and  save  us 

In  the  last  dread  hour. —  Ref. 

T.  J.  Potter. 


DANIEL,  READ.      1785. 


1  tL         LISBON.     S.  M. 

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1.  0  Lord  our  God,  a  -  rise,     The  cause  of  troth  maintain ;   And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world  Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

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2  Thou  Prince  of  life,  arise, 
Nor  let  Thy  glory  cease  ; 

Far  spread  the  conquests  of  Thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost,  arise, 
Expand  Thy  quickening  wing, 


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And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world 

Let  light  and  order  spring. 
4  All  on  the  earth,  arise, 

To  God  the  Saviour  sing  ', 
From  shore  to  shore,  from  earth  to  heaven, 

Let  echoing  anthems  ring. 

Ralph  Wardlaw.  1806. 


143 


EPIPHANY.-MISSIONS. 


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CUTTING.     6s  &  4s. 

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Christ  for  the  world  we  sing 

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F.  SHHBWUT. 
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The  world  to  Christ  we  bring,    With  Iot- 


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The  faint  and 


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Sin-sick  and  sor-row-worn,  Whom  Christ  doth  heal. 

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2  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing  ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  fervent  praj'er  : 
The  wayward  and  the  lost, 
By  restless  passions  tossed, 
Redeemed  at  countless  cost, 

From  dark  despair. 

3  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  one  accord  ; 
With  us  the  work  to  share, 


With  us  reproach  to  dare, 

With  us  the  cross  to  bear, 

For  Christ  our  Lord. 

4  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  joyful  song  ; 
The  new-born  souls,  whose  days, 
Reclaimed  from  error's  ways, 
Inspired  with  hope  and  praise, 

To  Christ  belong. 

S.  WolcoU. 


144 


WORK  SONG.     P.  M. 


1st  time. 


2d  time. 


LOWELL  MASON. 
Fine. 


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I  j  Work,  for  the  night  is 

*  /  Work,  while  the  dew  is 

D.C.—  Work,  for  the  Light  is 


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com  -  ing, 
spark-ling, 
com  -  ing, 


Work  thro'  the  morn-ing  hours ; 

( Omit )    Work  'mid  springing  flow' 

(  Omit )    When  man's  work  is  done. 


1  r  1     t? 


Cres. 


SgllliiiSIJ 


D-C-  Give  ever}'  flying  minute 


da?  grows  brisht-er.      ff«k  in    the  glow-ing   snn ; 
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Per.  O.  Ditson  <fc  Co. 

2  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 
Work  through  the  sunny  noon ; 

Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor, 
Rest  comes  sure  and  soon. 


Something  to  keep  in  store  : 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 
3  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies  ; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  daylight  flies. 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more  ; 
Work  while  the  night  is  darkening, 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 

ArmaL.  Walker. 


68  EPIPHANY.— MISSIONS. 

X40        STONEFIELD.     L.  M. 


S.  STANLEY. 


the  Lord,  a -wake,  a- wake  !  Put  on  Thy  strength,  the  nations  shake, 


ignin 


dor  -  ing   see 


Triumphs  of  mer  -  cy  wrought  by  Thee  ! 


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2„Ls*_ 


2  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  Thy  throne, 
"I  am  Jehovah,  G-od  alone  ;" 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  Almighty  G-od,  Thy  grace  proclaim 
In  every  land,  of  every  name  ; 

Let  adverse  powers  before  Thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour,  Lord  of  all ! 

Wm.  Shrubsole,  1795. 

146 

1  Ascend  Thy  throne,  Almighty  King, 
And  spread  Thy  glories  all  abroad ; 


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Let  Thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 
And  be  Thou  known  the  gracious  Grod. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  Thy  seat, 
'Let  humble  mourners  seek  Thy  face, 

Bring  daring  rebels  to  Thy  feet, 
Subdued  by  Thy  victorious  grace. 

3  Oh  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord  ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  Thy  name, 
Be  Thou  through  heav'nand  earth  ador'd. 

Benj.  Beddome. 

W.  H.  W.  BARLEY. 


14: 4         DARLEY.     L.  M.  w.  H.  w.  barley. 

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1.  look  from  thy  sphere  of  endless  day,  0  God  of  mer-cy   and  of     might!        In  pit-y  look  on  those  who  stray,  Be-night-ed 

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in  this  land  of  light.  Be-night-ed  in  this  land  of  light.  P~ 

^=iii^iig|iST„' 


Per.  O.  Ditson&Oo. 


2  In  peopled  vale,  in  lonely  glen, 
In  crowded  mart,  by  stream  or  sea, 

How  many  of  the  sons  of  men 

Hear  not  the  message  sent  from  Thee! 


Send  forth  Thy  heralds,  Lord,  to  call 
thoughtless  young,  the  hardened 
scattered,  homeless  flock,  till  all  [old, 
Be  gathered  to  Thy  peaceful  fold. 

4  Send  them  Thy  might}7  word  to  speak, 
Till  faith  shall  dawn,  and  doubt  depart, 

awe  the  bold,  to  stay  the  weak, 
And  bind  and  heal  the  broken  heart. 

5  Then  all  these  wastes,  a  dreary  scene, 
That  makes  us  sadden  as  we  gaze, 

Shall  grow  with  living  waters  green, 
And  lift  to  heaven  the  voice  of  praise. 

W.  C.  Bryant. 


ARTHUR.     L.  M. 


EPIPHANY.— MISSIONS. 


69 


HENRY   SCHWING. 

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it  float 


Sky  -  ward  and  sea-ward,  high  and  wide ; 


The  sod  shall  light  its  shiu-ing  folds, 


I  mm'0"   "    *    ■*-     m  .    *-   m  m     "•"  ""-  *  fr- 

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2  Uplift  the  banner !  Angels  bend 
In  anxious  silence  o'er  the  sign, 

And  vainly  seek  to  comprehend 
The  wonder  of  the  love  divine. 


149 


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3  Uplift  the  banner  !  Heathen  lands 
Shall  see  from  far  the  glorious  sight, 

And  nations,  gathering  at  the  call, 
Their  spirits  kindle  in  its  light. 

4  Uplift  the  banner  !  Let  it  float 

Sky- ward  and  sea- ward,  high  and  wide; 
Our  glory  only  in  the  Cross, 
Our  only  hope  the  Crucified. 

5  Uplift  the  banner  !  Wide  and  high 
Sea-ward  and  sky-ward  let  it  shine  ; 

Nor  skill,  nor  might,  nor  merit  ours  ; 
We  conquer  only  in  that  sign. 

George  W.  Doane. 


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ST.  DROSTANE.     L.  M. 

-I— I- 


J.  B.  DYKES,  1859. 


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1.   Zi  -  on!  a-wake,  thv  strength  re-new;   Put  on  thy  robes  of    beauteous  hue ;     And   let  the  admiring  world  behold 

tint  |i'?-#^g  \t\U;H^  f  itir¥tt#g 

M— ij    i  -^     1 1     .  =n  i 


The      Ring's    fair   daugh-ter  clothed  in     gold. 
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2  Church  of  our  God  !  arise  and  shine. 
Bright  with  the  beams  of  truth  divine ; 
Then  shall  thy  radiance  stream  afar. 
Wide  as  the  heathen  nations  are. 

3  Gentiles  and  kings  thy  light  shall  view, 
And  shall  admire  and  love  thee  too  : — 
They  come,  like  clouds  across  the  sky, 
As  doves  that  to  their  windows  fly. 

Jr.  Shrubsole,  1796. 


150 

Lord  of  the  harvest !  bend  Thine  ear, 
For  Zion's  heritage  appear  ; 
Oh,  send  forth  lab'rers  filled  with  zeal 
Swift  to  obey  their  Master's  will. 

2  Our  lifted  eyes,  O  Lord  !  behold 
The  ripening  harvest  tinged  with  gold ; 
Wide  fields  are  opening  to  our  view ; 
The  work  is  great,  the  lab'rers  few. 

3  Under  the  guidance  of  Thy  hand 
May  Zion's  sons  to  ever}'  land 

Go  forth,  to  bless  the  dying  race, 
As  heralds  of  redeeming  grace. 

4  Bid  all  their  hearts  with  ardor  glow, 
The  Saviour's  dying  love  to  show, 
And  spread  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
Far  as  the  race  of  man  is  found. 

Thus,  llattinf*. 


70 

J-OX         WILLOUGHBY. 


EPIPHANY- 

C.  P.  M. 

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1.  When,  Lord,  to  this  our  western  land,  Led  by  Thy  prov-i-den-tial  hand,  Our  wandering  fa-thers  came; 


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Their  ancient  homes,  their  triends  in  youth,  Sent  forth  the  heralds  of  Thy  truth,  To  keep  them  in  Thy  name. 


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There  brethren,  from  our  common  home, 
Still  westward,  like  our  fathers,  roam, 
Still  guided  by  Thy  hand. 

4  Saviour!  we  owe  this  debt  of  love; 
Oh,  shed  Thy  Spirit  from  above, 

To  move  each  Christian  breast  ; 
Till  heralds  shall  Thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  temples  rise  to  fix  Thy  name, 

Through  all  our  desert  west. 


2  Then  through  our  solitary  coast, 
The  desert  features  soon  were  lost, 

Thy  temples  there  arose; 
Our  shores,  as  culture  made -them  fair, 
Were  hallowed  by  Thy  rites,  by  pray'r 
And  blossomed  as  the  rose. 

3  And  Oh!  may  we  repay  this  debt 
To  regions  solitary  yet 

Within  our  spreading  land! 


152 


STEELE.    8s,  7s  &  4s. 


F.  T.  S.   DARtEY. 


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Gird  Thy  sword  on,  mighty  Saviour,  Make  the  word  of  truth  Thy  car, 

Prosper  in  Thy  course  tri-umph-ant,  [ Omit ]  All  suc-cess   attend  Thy  war;     Gracious  Vic  -  tor, 


Gra-cious  Vic-tor,  Bring  Thy  tro  -  phies  from  a  -  far,     Gracious  Victor,  Gracious  Victor,   Bring  Thy  trophies  from  a  -  far. 

#7*  „  #t>  -f-     ^*0  Sr^0-0  .  „  f     # 


Per.  of  0.  Ditson  &  Co. 

2  Majesty  combined  with  meekness, 
Righteousness  and  peace  unite 
To  ensure  Thy  blessed  conquests 
Take  possession  of  Thy  right, 
Ride  triumphant, 
Decked  in  robes  of  purest  light. 


3  Blest  are  they  that  touch  Thy  sceptre, 
Blest  are  all  that  own  Thy  reign ; 
Freed  from  sin,  that  worst  of  tyrants, 
Rescued  from  its  galling  chain; 
Saints  and  angels, 
All  who  know  Thee,  bless  Thy  reign. 


lOO        LUTHER.     P.  M. 

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LENT— CONFESS  ION. 


71 


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Our  Captain  is  Immanuel, 
And  angel  comrades  hail  us! 
Still  challenge  ye  His  name 
"Christ  in  the  flesh  who  came," 
"The  Lord,  the  Lord  of  hosts!" 
Our  cause  His  succor  boasts, 
And  God  shall  never  fail  us. 

3  Though  earth  by  peopling  fiends  be 

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Nay,  let  them  stand  revealed, 
And  darken  all  the  field; 
We  fear  not:  fall  they  must! 
The  Word,  wherein  we  trust, 
Their  triumph  hath  forbidden. 

4  While  mighty  truth  with  us  remains, 
Hell's  arts  shall  move  us  never; 
Nor     parting      friendships,     honors, 
gains, 
Our  love  from  Jesus  sever: 

They  leave  us,  when  they  part, 
With  Him  a  peaceful  heart; 
And  when  from  death  we  rise, 
Death  yields  us,  as  He  dies, 
The  crown  of  life  forever. 

W.  M.  Hunting. 


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LENT— CONFESSION. 


1.  A-  las!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed,  And  did  my  Sovereign  die?  Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head  For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 


2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown! 
And  love  beyond  degree! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  Maker  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  His  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 

155 

1  God,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope, 

My  Help  forever  near! 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up , 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord!  shall  guide  my  feet, 

Through  this  dark  wilderness : 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  Thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  Thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me; 
And,  whilst  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  Thee. 


4  What,  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint? 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  Kock, 
The  Strength  of  every  saint. 

5  But  to  draAv  near  to  Thee,  my  God! 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ ;  [abroad, 
My  tongue   shall   sound'  Thy    works 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

156 

1  How  oft,  alas!  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wandered  from  the  Lord! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart 
Forgetful  of  His  word ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls—  "Return!' ' 

Dear  Lord!  and  may  I  come? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn; 
Oh!  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  Thou — wilt  Thou  yet  for- 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove?     [give, 
And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live 
To  speak  Thy  wondrous  love? 

4  Almighty  grace!  Thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
A  heart  so  vile  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour!  I  adore; 
Oh!  keep  me  at  Thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


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When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  His  word? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoyed  ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove!  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  Thee  mourn, 
And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  Thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

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158 

1  Almighty  God,  Thy  word  is  cast 

Like  seed  into  the  ground; 
Now  let  the  dews  of  heaven  descend, 
And  righteous  growth  abound. 

2  Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove; 
But  give  it  root  in  every  heart, 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 

The  rising  plant  destroy; 


But  let  it  yield  an  hundred  fold 
Returns  of  peace  and  joy: 

4  Nor  let  Thy  Word,  so  kindly  sent 

To  raise  us  to  Thy  throne, 
Go  back  to  Thee,  and 'sadly  tell 
That  we  reject  Thy  Son. 

5  Oft  as  the  precious  seed  is  sown, 

Thy  quickening  grace  bestow, 
That  all,  whose  souls  the  truth  receive, 
Its  saving  power  may  know. 

Jno.  Cawood,  1825. 

159 

1  When,  wounded  sore,  the  stricken-soul 

Lies  bleeding  and  unbound, 
One  only  hand,  a  pierced  hand, 
Can  heal  the  sinner's  wound. 

2  When  sorrow  swells  the  laden  breast, 

And  tears  of  anguish  flow, 

One  only  heart,  a  broken  heart, 

Can  feel  the  sinner's  woe. 

3  When  penitence  has  wept  in  vain 

Over  some  foul  dark  spot, 
One  only  stream,  a  stream  of  blood, 
Can  wash  away  the  blot. 

4  'Tis  Jesus'  blood  that  washes  white, 

His  hand  that  brings  relief,       [joys? 
His  heart,  that's  touched  with  all  our 
And  feels  for  all  our  grief. 

5  Lift  up  Thy  bleeding  hand,  O  Lord, 

Unseal  that  cleansing  tide; 
We  have  no  shelter  from  our  sin 
But  in  Thy  wounded  side. 

Oecil  Francis  Alexander. 


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Ah,  vile,  ungrateful  heart! 

By  earth's  low  cares  so  oft  betrayed, 
From  Jesus  to  depart. 

3  But  He  for  His  own  mercy's  sake, 
My  wandering  soul  restores; 

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Thy  condescending  grace. 

Anne  Steele. 

161 

Jesus,  with  all  Thy  saints  above, 
My  tongue  would  bear  her  part: 
Would  sound  aloud  Thy  saving  love, 
And  sing  Thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Bless'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  dearest  Lord, 
Who  bought  me  with  His  blood, 

And  quenched  His  Father's  flaming  sword 
In  His  own  vital  flood: 

3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  soul 
From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 

And  sent  the  Lion  down  to  howl 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never-ceasing  praise, 

While  augels  live  to  know  His  name, 
Or  saints  to  feel  His  grace. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


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To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  armed 
With  a  revenging  rod, 

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The  vengeance  of  a  God. 


4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 
And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 

When  .Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  See,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 
Accept  Thine  offered  grace: 

We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
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My  danger  and  my  remedy. 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  Thy  face; 
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6  Jesus,  my  God,  Thy  blood  alone 
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Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow; 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

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1  The  God  of  mercy  warns  us  all 
From  day  to  day,  from  year  to  year; 

And  each  must  hear  His  awful  call, 
"No  longer  stand  ye  idle  here.*' 


2  Ye,  whose  young  cheeks  with  health 

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Whose  hands  are  strong,  whose  hearts 

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Why  will  ye  waste  the  morning  light  ? 
Alas,  why  stand  ye  idle  here? 

3  And  ye,  whose  scanty  locks  of  .gray 
Foretell  your  latest  travail  near, 

How  swiftly  fades  your  closing  day, 
And  yet  ye  stand  thus  idle  here. 

4  O  Thou,  in  heaven  and  earth  adored. 
Who  makest  erring  souls  Thy  care, 

Now  call  us  to  Thy  vineyard,  Lord, 
And  give  us  grace  to  serve  Thee  there. 

Hymn.  Christ. 

165 

1  Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door: 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before; 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still: 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh,  lovely  attitude!  He  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  open  hands: 
Oh,  matchless  kindness!  and  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  His  foes  ! 

3  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine; 
Turn  out  thy  soul-enslaving  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

4  Oh,  welcome  Him,  the  Prince  of  Peace! 
Now  may  His  gentle  reign  increas*  ! 
Throw  wide  the  door,  each  willing  mind; 
And  be  His  empire  all  mankind. 

Jos.  Qrigg  1765. 


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Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more.    • 

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And  let  a  sinner  seek  Thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  Thy  Son. 

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168 

1  Behold  the  sin-atoning  Lamb, 
With  wonder,  gratitude  and  love  ! 

To  take  away  our  guilt  and  shame,  • 
See  Him  descending  from  above. 

2  Our  sins  and  griefs  on  Him  were  laid; 
He  meekly  bore  the  mighty  load: 

Our  ransom-price  He  fully  paid, 
In  groans  and  tears,  in  sweat  and  blood. 

3  To  save  a  guilty  world  He  dies; 
Sinners,  behold  the  bleeding  Lamb  I 

To  Him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes, 
And  hope  for  mercy  in  His  name. 

4  Pardon    and    peace    through    Him 

abound, 
He  can  the  richest  blessings  give; 
Salvation  in  His  name  is  found, 
He  bids  the  dying  sinner  live. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  look  to  Thee: 
Where  else  can  helpless  sinners  go  ? 

Thy  boundless  love  shall  set  me  free 
From  all  my  wretchedness  and  woe. 


2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each 
spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God  !  I  come — I  come  ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God  !  I  come— I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind  ! 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God  !  I  come — I  come  ! 

■5  Just  as  I  am;  Thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve; 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God  !  I  come — I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am;  Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 
Now,  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God !  I  come — I  come  ! 

Charlotte  Elliott,  1836. 

167 

1  O  Thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  Thee  lie, 
Behold  me  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  memory  from  Thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin; 
Let  Thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  Thy  presence  from  my  heart. 


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The  power  and  glory  of  Thy  grace; 
Great  God,  Thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  Thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  Oh,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess 
Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace; 
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Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

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170 

1  Thou  loving  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  pray  and  weep; 

Oh,  strengthen  us,  with  grace  divine, 
This  sacred  fast  aright  to  keep. 

2  Searcher  of  hearts  !  Thou  dost  our  ills 
Discern  and  all  our  weakness  know: 

Again  to  Thee  in  tears  we  turn; 
Again  to  us  Thy  mercy  show. 

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These  fainting  souls  to  health  restore  ! 

4  And  grant  us,  while  by  fasts  we  strive 

This  mortal  body  to  control, 
To  fast  from  all  the  food  of  sin, 

And  so  to  purify  the  soul. 

Gregory  the  Great.     Translated  by  E.  Caswatt. 

171 

1  With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh, 
A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry; 
Thy  pardoning  grace  is  rich  and  free: 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 
With    deep    and   conscious  guilt  op- 
pressed ; 

Christ  and  His  cross  my  only  plea: 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

3  Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes, 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies; 
But  Thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see: 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

4  Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone; 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee: 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me! 

5  And  when  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 

God  has  been  merciful  tome  ! 

C.  Elven,  1852. 


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2  Forgive  my  follies  past, 

The  crimes  which  I  have  done; 
Bid  a  repenting  sinner  live, 
Through  Thine  Incarnate  Son. 

3  Guilt,  like  a  heavy  load, 
Upon  my  conscience  lies; 

To  Thee  I  make  my  sorrows  known, 
And  lift  my  weeping  eyes. 

4  The  burden  which  I  feel, 
Thou  canst  alone  remove; 

Do  Thou  display  Thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  Thine  unbounded  love. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1790. 

173 

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That's  high  above  my  head  ! 
And  make  the  covert  of  Thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

Within  Thy  presence,  Lord, 
Forever  I'll  abide: 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defense, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  Thy  name ; 

If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 

I  shall  possess  the  same. 

Isaac  Watts. 

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3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep, 
Might  weep  our  sin  and  shame; 

He  wept  to  show  His  love  for  us, 
And  bid  us  love  the  same. 

4  Then  tender  be  our  hearts, 
Our  eyes  in  sorrow  dim, 

Till  every  tear  from  every  eye 
Is  wiped  away  by  Him. 

Benj.  Beddome,  178T 


LENT— PENITENCE. 


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J.  P.  HOLBROOK.  1865. 


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2  My  sins,  my  sins,  my  Saviour ! 
How  sad  on  Thee  they  fall ! 

Seen  through  Thy  gentle  patience, 

I  tenfold  feel  them  all. 
I  know  they  are  forgiven  ; 

But  still,  their  pain  to  me 
Is  all  the  grief  and  anguish 

They  laid,  my  Lord,  on  Thee. 

3  My  sins,  my  sins,  my  Saviour ! 
Their  guilt  I  never  knew, 

Till,  with  Thee,  in  the  desert 

I  near  Thy  passion  drew, 
Till,  with  Thee,  in  the  garden 

I  heard  Thy  pleading  prayer, 
And  saw  the  sweat -drops  bloody 

That  told  Thy  sorrow  there. 

4  Therefore  my  songs,  my  Saviour  ! 
E'en  in  this  time  of  woe, 

Shall  tell  of  all  Thy  goodness 

To  suffering  man  below. 
Thy  goodness  and  Thy  favor, 

Whose  presence  from  above, 
Rejoice  those  hearts  my  Saviour, 

That  live  in  Thee,  and  love. 

Jno.  S.  B.  Morma,  t988. 


176 

1  I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God ; 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load: 

I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 
To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  His  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  stain  remains. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus; 
All  fullness  dwells  in  Him; 
He  heals  all  my*liseases, 
He  doth  my  soul  redeem: 

I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 
My  burdens  and  my  cares, 
He  from  them  all  releases, 
He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 

3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 
This  weary  soul  of  mine; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 
I  on  his  breast  recline. 

I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 
Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 
His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

H.  Bonar,  1857. 


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J.  P.   HOLBROOK. 


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Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee ; 
Leave,  ah!  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed; 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 


PLEYEL'S  HYMN.    7s 


3  Thou,  O  Christ !  'art  all  I  want; 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within; 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee; 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

Charles  Wesley,  17U0. 

IGNACE  PLEYEL.     1757-1831. 

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2  Sunbeams  scorching  all  the  day: 

Chilly  dewdrops  nightly  shed: 
Prowling  beasts  about  Thy  way, 
Stones  Thy  pillow,  earth  Thy  bed. 

3  Shall  we  not  Thy  sorrow  share, 

And  from  earthly  joys  abstain, 
Fasting  with  unceasing  prayer, 
Glad  with  Thee  to  suffer  pain  ? 


4  And  if  Satan  vexing  sore 

Flesh  or  spirit  should  assail, 
Thou,  his  Vanquisher  before, 
Grant  we  may  not  faint  nor  fail. 

5  So  shall  we  have  peace  divine, 

Holier  gladness  ours  shall  be: 
Round  us  too  shall  angels  shine, 
Such  as  ministered  to  Thee. 

Geo.  H.  Smyttan. 


LENT— PENITENCE. 


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By  Thy  life  of  want  and  tears; 
By  Thy  days  of  sore  distress, 
In  the  savage  wilderness; 

By  the  dread,  mysterious  hour 
Of  the  insulting  Tempter's  power, 
Turn,  oh,  turn,  a  favoring  eye; 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany. 

3  By  the  sacred  griefs  that  wept 

O  er  the  grave  where  Lazarus  slept: 
By  the  boding  tears  that  flowed 
Over  Salem's  loved  abode; 
By  the  anguished  eye  that  told 
Treachery  lurked  within  the  fold: 
From  Thy  seat  above  the  sky 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany. 

MARTYN.     7s.  D. 


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By  Thine  agony  of  prayer; 
By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear  and  torturing  scorn; 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice: 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany. 

By  Thy  deep  expiring  groan; 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone: 
By  the  vault  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God ! 
Oh  !  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty,  re-ascended  Lord: 
Listen,  listen  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  Litany. 


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S.  B.  MARSH. 


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Shows  His  wounds,  and  spreads  His 
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2  I  have  scorned  the  Son  of  God, 
Trampled  on  His  precious  blood, 
Would  not  harken  to  His  calls, 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

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From  Thee  can  pardon  win, 
Unless  the  heart  be  moved  with  grief, 
And  penitent  for  sin. 

3  With  Thee  avail  not  smitten  breast, 

Sad  face,  and  garments  rent, 
Unless  the  contrite  soul  be  sad, 
And  all  its  guilt  lament. 


With    tears  that   speak  a  mourning 
We  Thee  entreat,  O  God,       [heart, 


From  us  Thine  anger  turn  away, 
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For  grace  to  turn  indeed. 

Blest  Trinity  in  Unity, 
Vouchsafe  us,  in  Thy  love, 

To  gather  from  these  fasts  below 
Immortal  fruit  above. 

Latin  Hymn.    Translated  by  J.  Chandler. 


182 


BACA.     L.  M. 


LENT— CONFIDENCE. 


83 


WM.    B.    BRADBURY,  1857. 


Per.  of  Biglow  &  Main 


2  Thou,  Thou,  my  Jesus,  full  of  grace, 
Didst  me  upou  the  cross  embrace; 
Didst  bear  the  nails,  the  bloody  spear, 
The  great  disgrace  the  rabble's  jeer. 

3  Innumerable  griefs  were  Thine,  [mine! 
Great   sweats   and   anguish,   Lord,  of 
The  pangs  of  d#ith,  and  all  for  me, 
That  I, poor  wretch ,  might  come  to  Thee! 

4  Then  why  not  love  with  all  my  heart? 
O  Jesus,  most  beloved  Thou  art! 

Not  that  Thou  sav'st  my  soul  above, 
Nor  me  condemn'st,  do  I  Thee  love. 

5  Not  for  the  hope  of  sure  reward, 
But  for  Thv  love,  O  blessed  Lord! 
My  love  is  Thine,  and  e'er  shall  be,  [me! 
Because,  my  King,  Thou  reign'st  o'er 

Fraiicis  Xavier.     Trans,  by  C.  C.  Cox. 


181 


183 

1  Jesus,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 

No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare; 

Unite  my  thankful  heart  to  Thee, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

2  Thy  love,  how  cheering  is  its  ray! 
All  pain  before  its  presence  flies: 

Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away, 
Where'er  its  healing  beams  arise. 

3  Oh,  let  Thy  love  my  soul  inflame, 
And  to  Thy  service  sweetly  bind; 

Transfuse  it  through  my  inmost  frame, 
And  mould  me  wholly  to  Thy  mind. 

4  Thy  love,  in  suffering,  be  my  peace; 
Thy  love,  in  weakness,  make  me  strong; 

And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 
Thy  love  shall  be,  iu  heaven,  my  song. 

Paul  Gerhardt,  1659.     Trans,  by  John  Wesley,  17S9. 


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From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

3  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies — 
E'en  then,  this  shall  be  all  my  plea: 
Jesus  hath  lived,  hath  died  for  me. 

4  Oh ,  let  the  dead  now  hear  Thy  voice! 
Bid,  Lord,  Thy  mourning  ones  rejoice! 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

Zinzendorf.     Tram,  by  John  Wesley. 


84 


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No  fraud,  while  Thou,  my  God  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  Thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour,  where'er  Thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untried,  I  follow  Thee; 
Oh,  let  Thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  Thy  holy  hill ! 

Gerhard  Tersteegen,  1731.      Trans.  John  Wesley,  1739. 


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Though  bitter  to  the  taste  it  be, 

'Tis  strong  the  wounded  soul  to  heal. 


ST.  JOSEPH.    8s,  7s,  7s. 


Be  Thou,  O  Eock  of  Ages,  nigh;      [gone; 

So    shall  each  murmuring  thought  be 
And  grief,  and  fear,  and  care  shall  fly, 

As  clouds  before  the  mid-day  sun. 
Oh!  speak  our  warring  passions  peace; 

And  bid  our  trembling  hearts,  Be  still: 
Thy  power  our  strength  and  fortress  is, 

For  all  things  serve  Thy  sovereign  will. 
John  Wesley. 

H.  H.  STATHAM. 


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When  the  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
I  will  lay  my  head  on  Jesus, 
Pillow  of  the  troubled  soul. 
Surely,  none  can  feel  like  Thee, 
Weeping  One  of  Bethanyl 
8  Jesus  wept!  and  still  in  glory, 

He  can  mark  each  mourner's  tear;i 
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Of  the  hearts  He  solaced  here. 
Lord,  when  I  am  called  to  die, 
Let  me  think  of  Bethany. 
4  Jesus  wept!  that  tear  of  sorrow 

Is  a  legacy  of  love; 
Yesterday,  to-day,  to-morrow, 
;     He  the  same  doth  ever  prove. 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me, 
Living  One  of  Bethany.   -E.  Denny, 


LENT— CONFIDENCE. 


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O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus!  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noou; 
'Tis  midnight  with  ray  soul  till  He, 
Bright  Morning-iStar!  bid  darkness  flee. 


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On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend! 
No;  when  I  blush — be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  His  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus!  yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

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3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

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While,  like  a  penitent,  1  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  Bin. 


4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burden  Thou  didst  bear, 
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And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove: 
We  bless  the  Lamb,with  cheerful  voioe, 
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Itaac  Watts,  1709. 


86  LENT— CONFIDENCE. 

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Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure ; 
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Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  Life ;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above; 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love:  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heaven  can  remove. 

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For  Jerusalem  below, — 
Let  us  not  Thy  love  forego. 

Judge  and  Saviour  of  our  race, 
When  we  see  Thee  face  to  face, 
Grant  us  'neath  Thy  wings  a  place. 

On  Thy  love  we  rest  alone, 
And  that  love  will  then  be  known 
By  the  pardoned  'round  Thy  throne. 

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3  Lord,  on  us  Thy  Spirit  pour, 
Kneeling  lowly  at  Thy  door, 
Ere  it  close  for  evermore. 


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Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 

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Grow  dim  or  disappear; 
Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept, 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done! 

3  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt! 
All  shall  be  well  for  me ; 

Each  changing  future  scene 
I  gladly  trust  with  Thee: 

Straight  to  my  home  above 
I  travel  calmly  on, 

And  sing,  in  life  or  death, 
My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done! 

B.  Schmolke.     Trans,  by  Jane  Borthwick. 

193 

1  Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord, 
However  dark  it  be! 
Lead  me  by  Thine  own  hand; 
Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 


I  dare  not  choose  my  lot: 
I  would  not,  if  I  might; 

Choose  Thou  for  me,  my  God, 
So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  Thine:  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  Thine, 

Else  I  must  surely  stray. 
Take  Thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 
As  best  to  Thee  may  seem; 

Choose  Thou  my  good  and  ill. 

Choose  Thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health; 
Choose  Thou  my  cares  for  me, 

My  poverty  or  wealth. 
Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 

In  things  or  great  or  small; 
Be  Thou  my  Guide,  my  Strength, 

My  Wisdom,  and  my  All. 

H.  Bonar,  185*. 


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3  In  sore  temptations,  when  no  way 

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And  then  remember  me. 

4  And  when  I  tread  the  vale  of  death 

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1  Oh,  help  us,  Lord!  each  hour  of  need, 
Thy  heavenly  succor  give, 

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Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  Oh,  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed, 

With  contrite  anguish  sore; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
Oh,  help  us,  Lord,  the  more! 

3  Oh,  help  us,  through  the  power  of  faith, 

More  firmly  to  believe! 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

4  Oh,  help  us,  Jesus!  from  on  high 

We  know  no  help  but  Thee; 
Oh,  help  us  so  to  live  and  die, 
As  Thine  in  heaven  to  be! 


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For  Thou  alone  canst  heal; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

S  But,  Oh!  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 
I  fear  to  call  Thee  mine; 


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And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Hast  Thou  not  bid  me  seek  Thy  face? 

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Be  deaf,  when  I  complain? 

5  No;  still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 

Attends  the  mourner's  prayer; 
Oh!  may  I  ever  find  access 
To  breathe  my  sorrows  there! 

6  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  Thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  Thy  feet. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


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If  Thou,  my  God,  art  near; 
Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord, 

Thy  constant  aid  impart; 
Oh,  let  Thy  kind,  Thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart! 

4  Oh,  never  let  my  soul  remove 

From  this  divine  retreat! 
Still  let  me  trust  Thy  power  and  love 
And  dwell  beneath  Thy  feet. 

198 

1  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  Thy  feet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies; 
And  upward  to  Thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt; 
Notears,butthosewhichThouhastshed, 
No  blood,  but  Thou  hast  spilt. 


4  Think  of  Thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord! 
And  all  my  sins  forgive : 
Justice  wTill  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

Samuel  Stennett,  1787. 

199 

1  Blest  Jesus!  when  my  soaring  thoughts 

O'er  all  Thy  graces  rove, 
How  is  my  soul  in  transport  lost, — 
In  wonder,  joy,  and  love! 

2  Not  softest  strains  can  charm  my  ears, 

Like  Thy  beloved  name; 
Nor  aught  beneath  the  skies  inspire 
My  heart  with  equal  flame. 

3  Where'er  I  look,  my  wondering  eyes 

Unnumbered  blessings  see; 
But  what  is  life,  with  all  its  bliss, 
If  once  compared  with  Thee? 

4  Hast  Thou  a  rival  in  my  breast? 

Search,  Lord,  for  Thou  canst  tell 
If  aught  can  raise  my  passions  thus, 
Or  please  my  soul  so  well. 

5  No:  Thou  art  precious  to  my  heart, 

My  portion  and  my  joy: 
For  ever  let  Thy  boundless  grace 
My  sweetest  thoughts  employ. 

O.  HegiJibotham. 


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Death  of  death!  and  hell's  Destruction! 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side: 

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2  Open  Thou  the  crystal  fountain, 
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Strong  Deliverer! 
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I  will  praise  Thee, — will  adore  Thee, 

For  the  light  I  vainly  sought: 
Will  praise  Thee  that  Thy  words  so  blest 
Spake  my  sin-sick  soul  to  rest. 

3  In  Thy  footsteps  now  uphold  me, 

That  I  stumble  not  nor  stray; 
When  the  narrow  way  is  told  me, 

Never  let  me  ling'ring  stay, 
But  come,  my  weary  soul  to  cheer, 
Shine,  eternal  Sunbeam,  here. 

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4  Be  my  heart  more  warmly  glowing, 
Sweet  and  calm  the  tears  I  shed ; 

And  its  love,  its  ardor  showing, 
Let  my  spirit  onward  tread; 
Still  near  to  Thee,  and  nearer  still, 
Draw  this  heart,  this  mind,  this  will. 

5  I  will  love,  in  joy  and  sorrow ! 
Crowning  joy!  will  love  Thee  well! 

I  will  love,  to-day,  to-morrow, 
While  I  in  this  body  dwell: 
Oh!  I  will  love  Thee,  Light  divine, 
Till  I  die  and  find  Thee  mine! 
Scheffler,  {Angelus.)  Trans.  {Hymns  from  land  of  Luther.) 


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See  Thy  thorn-encircled  brow! 
Yet  Thy  sinless  death  has  brought  us 

Life  eternal,  peace  and  rest; 
Only  what  Thy  grace  has  taught  us 

Calms  the  sinner's  stormy  breast. 
Jesus,  may  our  hearts  be  burning 

With  more  fervent  love  for  Theel 
May  our  eyes  be  ever  turning 

To  Thv  cross  of  agony; 
Till  in  glory,  parted  never 

From  the  blessed  Saviour's  side, 
Graven  in  our  hearts  for  ever, 

Dwell  the  cross,  the  Crucified. 

Jerome  Savonarola,  11*98.     Trans.  Anon, 


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1  Far  beyond  all  comprehension 

Is  Jehovah's  covenant  love: 
Who  can  fathom  its  dimension, 
Or  its  unknown  limits  prove? 

2  Ere  the  earth  upon  its  basis, 

By  creating  power  was  built, 
His  designs  were  wise  and  gracious, 
For  removing  human  guilt. 

3  He  displayed  His  grand  intention, 

On  the  mount  of  Calvary; 
When  He  died  for  our  redemption, 
Lifted  high  upon  the  tree. 

4  Oh!  how  sweet  to  view  the  flowing 

Of  His  soul-redeeming  blood! 
With  divine  assurance  knowing 
That  it  made  my   peace  with  God. 

5  Freely  Thou  wilt  bring  to  heaven 

All  Thy  chosen  ransomed  race, 
Who  to  Thee,  their  head,  were  given, 
In  the  covenant  of  grace. 


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Oh,  what  joy  and  happiness! 
Love  I  much? — I've  much  forgiven — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Once,  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned  in  sin  I  lay; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing. 
Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way. 

4  Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness! 
Love  I  much? — I've  much  forgiven — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

5  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir! 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above! 
While  astonished,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 

6  That  blest  moment  I  received  Him, 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace; 
Love  I  much? — I've  much  forgiven — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 


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2  Where  life's  tempests  dark  are  rolling 

Fearful  shadows  o'er  my  way; 
Let  firm  faith  in  Thee  sustain  me, 
Every  rising  fear  allay: 

Hide,  oh!  hide  me, 
Hide  me  till  the  storm  is  o'er. 

3  When  stern  death  at  last  shall  lead  me 

Through  the  dark  and  lonely  vale; 
Let  Thy  hope  uphold  and  cheer  me, 
Though  my  flesh  and  heart  should  fail. 

Safely  hide  me 
With  Thyself  forevermore. 

Henry  Harbaugh. 


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Jesus,  Lord,  we  kneel  before  Thee; 

Bend  from  heaven  Thy  gracious  ear; 
While  our  waiting  souls  adore  Thee, 

Friend  of  helpless  sinners,  hear; 
By  Thy  mercy, 

Oh,  deliver  us,  Good  Lord! 


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From  the  hardening  power  of  sin, 

From  all  malice  and  unkindness, 
From  the  pride  that  lurks  within, 

By  Thy  mercy, 
Oh,  deliver  us,  Good  Lord! 

3  When  temptation  sorely  presses, 

In  the  day  of  Satan's  power, 
In  our  times  of  deep  distresses, 
In  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 

By  Thy  mercy, 
Oh,  deliver  us,  Good  Lord! 

4  In  the  weary  night  of  sickness, 

In  the  throes  of  grief  and  pain, 
When  we  feel  our  mortal  weakness, 
When  all  human  help  is  vain, 

By  Thy  mercy, 
Oh,  deliver  us,  Good  Lord! 

5  In  the  solemn  hour  of  dying, 

In  the  awful  judgment-day, 
May  our  souls  on  Thee  relying 
Find  Thee  still  our  Hope  and  Stay! 

By  Thy  mercy, 
Oh,  deliver  us,  Good  Lord! 

6  Jesus,  may  Thy  promis'd  blessing 

Comfort  to  our  souls  afford; 
May  we  now  Thy  love  possessing 
Find  at  last  the  great  reward ; 

By  Thy  mercy, 
Oh,  deliver  us,  Good  Lord! 

James  J.  Cummins.  181&. 

ITHAMAR  CONKEY,   1851. 


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Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  eould  not  atone: 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress, 


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Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace; 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment-throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady,  1776. 


SAMUEL  STANLEY,  1767-1822. 


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That  love  which  still  He  kindles  in 
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O  Jesus!  Victim  blest! 

What  else  but  love  divine, 
Could  Thee  constrain  to  open  thus 

That  sacred  heart  of  Thine? 

O  Fount  of  endless  life! 

O  Spring  of  water  clear! 
O  Flame  celestial,  cleansing  all 

Who  unto  Thee  draw  near! 

Hide  me  in  Thy  dear  heart, 

For  thither  do  I  fly; 
There  seek  Thy  grace  through  life,  in 

Thine  immortality.  [death 

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207    Continued. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 
Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me: 
Lo!  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy, 

3  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 
By  the  cross  are  sanctified; 


Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

/.  Bowring,  18t5. 


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Washed  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear,    dying    Lamb!    Thy    precious 
Shall  never  lose  its  power,  [blood 

Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Be  saved  to  sin  no  more. 


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4  E'er  since  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save,      [tongue 
When    this    poor,    lisping,    stamm'ring 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

William  Cowper,  1779. 


PURCELL,  1690. 


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3  Teach  me  to  feel  how  weak  I  am 

Without  Thy  strengthening  power, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  grace  renew 
For  every  passing  hour. 

4  Dangers  unseen  on  every  side  * 

Crowd  thick  life's  troubled  way, 


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5  If  sorrow  shade,  if  grief  oppress, 
Whatever  be  Thy  will, 

Oh,  may  I  bow  to  Thy  behest, 
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6  And  when  the  chilling  shades  of  death 
Obscure  life's  fading  ray, 

Through  all  may  I  descry  the  dawn 
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C.  C.  Cox,  1859. 


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Forever  closed  to  all  but  Thee: 

Seal  Thou  my  breast,  aDd  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

3  How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
Close  sheltered  in  Thy  bleeding  side! 
Who  thence  their  life  and  strength  derive, 
And  by  Thee  move,  and  in  Thee  live. 

4  What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death, 
Till  Thou  Thy  quickening  spirit  breathe? 


Thou  giv'st  the  power,  the  grace  to  move; 
O  wondrous  grace!  O  boundless  love! 

5  How  can  it  be,  Thou  heavenly  King, 
That  Thou  shouldst  us  to  glory  bring? 
Make  slaves  the  partners  of  Thy  throne, 
Decked  with  a  never  fading  crown? 

6  Hence  our  hearts  melt, our  eyes  o'erflow, 
Our  words  are  lost,  nor  will  we  know, 
Nor  will  we  think  of  aught  beside, 
"My  Lord,  mv  Love  is  crucified." 

Xicolaus  Zinzaidorf.     Trans,  by  J.  Wesley. 


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Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Theel 
3  There  let  the  way  appear, 

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Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

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Thy  wondrous  love  declare, 
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Likeness  to  Thee, 
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Some  work  of  love  begun, 
Some  deed  of  kindness  done, 
Some  wandei-er  sought  and  won, 

Something  for  Thee. 

S.  D.  Phelps. 


Saviour!  Thy  gentle  voice 

Gladly  we  hear; 
Author  of  all  our  joys, 

Ever  be  near; 
Our  souls  would  cling  to  Thee, 
Let  us  Thy  fulness  see, 
Let  us  Thy  fulness  see, 

Our  life  to  cheer. 

Fountain  of  life  divine! 

Thee  we  adore; 
We  would  be  wholly  Thine 

Forevermore; 
Freely  forgive  our  sin, 
Grant  heavenly  peace  within, 
Grant  heavenly  peace  within, 

Thy  light  restore. 
Though  to  our  faith  unseen, 

While  darkness  reigns, 
On  Thee  alone  we  lean 

While  life  remains; 
By  Thy  free  grace  restored, 
Our  souls  shall  bless  the  Lord, 
Our  souls  shall  bless  the  Lord 

In  joyful  strains!  . 

Thomas  Hastings. 


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Have  I  been  brought; 
Shrinking  the  cup  to  drink, 

Help  I  have  sought; 
And  with  the  prayer's  ascent, 
Jesus  the  branch  hath  rent — 
Quickly  relief  hath  sent, 
Sweetening  the  draught. 


3  Saviour!  I  loDg  to  walk 
Closer  with  Thee; 
Led  by  Thy  guiding  hand, 

Ever  to  be; 
Constantly  near  Thy  side, 
Quickened  and  purified, 
Living  for  Him  who  died 
Freely  for  me! 


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To  Thee  I  cry, 
Crown  of  the  humble, 

Cross  of  the  high. 
When  my  steps  wander, 

Over  me  bend, 
Truer  and  fonder, 

Saviour  and  Friend. 

Ever  confessing 

Thee,  I  will  raise 
Unto  Thee  blessing, 

Glory  and  praise; 
All  my  endeavour, 

World  without  end, 
Thine  to  be  ever, 

Saviour  and  Friend. 

Wm.    W.  Rtftm. 


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To  Thee,  now  high-exalted, 

Our  melody  we  raise.  All  glory,  etc 
Thou  didst  accept  their  praises; 

Accept  the  prayers  we  bring, 
Who  in  all  good  delightest, 

Thou  good  and  gracious  King. 

All  glory,  etc 

Trans,  by  Jno.  31.  Neale,  1856. 
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3  The  company  of  angels 

Are  praising  Thee  on  high, 
And  mortal  men,  and  all  things 

Created,  make  reply.   Allglory,etc. 

4  The  people  of  the  Hebrews 

With  palms  before  Thee  went; 
Our  praise  and  prayer  and  anthems 
Before  Thee  we  present. 

All  glory,  etc. 

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To  them thatseek Thee,  Thou  art  good, 
To  them  that  find  Thee,  All  in  all. 

3  We  taste  Thee,  O  Thou  living  Bread, 
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We  drink  of  Thee,  the  Fountain  Head, 
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Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast; 
Glad,  when  Thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest  when  our  faith  can  hold  Thee  fast. 
O  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay ; 
Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright; 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away ; 
Shed  o'er  the  world  Thy  holy  light. 


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Though  now  as  King  He  reigneth 

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We'll  flock  around  His  banner 

Who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  cry  aloud,  "Hosanna 

To  David's  royal  Son!'/ 
Hosanna  to  Jesus  we'll  sing. 


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For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  stones,  our  silence  shaming, 

Might  well  hosannas  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words? 
No!  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They  too  shall  be  the  Lord's. 
Hosanna  to  Jesus  our  King.   Amen. 

J.  King. 
j.  H.  schein.    1586—1630. 

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\\\  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die! 

O  Christ!  Thy  triumphs  now  begin, 

O'er  captive  death  and  conquered  sin. 

Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty! 

The  winged  squadrons  of  the  sky 


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Look  down  with   sad  and   wond'ring 
To  see  th'  approaching  sacrifice,  [eyes 
Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty! 
Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh: 
The  Father,  on  His  sapphire  throne 
Expects  His  own  anointed  Son! 

Henry  II.  Milman,  1897. 


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Thy  love  was  pleased  to  bear: 

O  Lamb  of  God,  we  only  know 

That  all  our  hopes  were  there! 

3  Thy  feet  the  path  of  suffering  trod; 

Thy  hand  the  victory  won: 
What  shall  we  render  to  our  God 
For  all  that  He  hath  done? 

4  To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
By  man  on  earth  be  honor  done, 

And  by  the  heavenly  host. 

Jno.  M.  Neale,  18M. 

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1  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agony  and  blood; 
Who  fixed  His  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never,  till  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look : 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  His  death. 
Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 

3  Alas!  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain! 


4  A  second  look  He  gave,  that  said, 

"I  freely  all  forgive: 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid; 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

5  Thus  while  His  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too! 

John  Newton,  1779., 

225 

1  Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 

Close  to  Thy  wounded  side; 
This  all  my  hope  and  all  my  plea — 
For  me  the  Saviour  died! 

2  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  Thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me, and  make  me  thus  Thine  own; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art; 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  Thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  ttkQ. 


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But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

—  -4         HELFENSTEIN.     CM. 


3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wean 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

4  Upon  the  crystal  pavement,  down 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 
Joyful,  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown, 
And  His  dear  name  repeat. 

5  O  precious  cross!  O  glorious  crown! 

O  resurrection  day! 
Ye  angels,  from  the  stars  comedown, 
And  bear  my  soul  away. 

G.  N.  Alien,  vs.  1-3.  181,9. 

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2  Thee  we  acknowledge  God  and  Lord, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain; 
Who  art  by  heaven  and  earth  adored, 
Worthy  o'er  both  to  reign! 

3  To  Thee  all  angels  cry  aloud, 

Through  heaven's  extended  coasts; 
Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 
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Thine  everlasting  name. 

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To  sing  Thy  precious  blood: 
Reign  here,  and  in  the  worlds  aboTC, 
Thou  holy  Lamb  of  God! 


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Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
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Which  from  endless  torments 
Did  the  world  redeem. 


4  Abel's  blood  for  vengeance 

Pleaded  to  the  skies, 

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For  our  pardon  cries. 

5  Oft  as  it  is  sprinkled 

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Satan  in  confusion 
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The  glorious  beauty  of  Thy  name? 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore; 
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Jesus,  what  didst  Thou  find  in  me 
That  Thou  hast  dealt  so  lovingly? 
How  great    the    joy    that  Thou  hast 

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Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore; 
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Jesus,  of  Thee  shall  be  my  song, 
To  Thee  my  heart  and  soul  belong; 
All  that  I  have  or  am  is  Thine, 
And  Thou,   blest  Saviour,  Thou  art 

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Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore; 
Oh  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

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I  still  will  watch  around  Thy  tomb, 
Till  with  the  day  new  joy  be  born, 
And  Thou  shalt  rise  on  Easter-morn. 

7  Oh,  blessed  thought,  that  faith  can  see 
In  every  altar,  Calvary, 

Find  there  the  loving  arms  outspread, 
And  fall  before  the  fallen  Head. 

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When  she  shall  lift,  her  mourning  o'er, 
The  shout  of  paschal  joy  once  more. 

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1  Lord  Jesus,  when  we  stand  afar 
And  gaze  upon  Thy  holy  cross, 
In  love  of  Thee  and  scorn  of  self, 
O  may  we  count  the  world  as  loss. 

2  When  we  behold  Thy  bleeding  wounds, 
And  the  rough  way  Thou  hast  trod, 
Make  us  to  hate  the  load  of  sin 

That  lay  so  heavy  on  our  God. 

3  O  holy  Lord,  uplifted  high 

With  outstretched  arms,  in  [mortal  woe, 
Embracing  in  Thy  wondrous  love 
The  sinful  world  that  lies  below; 

4  Give  us  an  ever-living  faith 

To  gaze  beyond  the  things  we  see; 
And,  in  the  mystery  of  Thy  death 
Draw  us  and  all  men  unto  Thee. 

W.    W.  How,  185U. 


2  Ye  saints,  approach,  the  anguish  view 
Of  Him  who  groans  beneath  your  load; 

He  gives  His  precious  life  for  you, 
For  you  He  sheds  His  precious  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men ; 

But  lo!  what  sudden  joys  we  see, 
•  Jesus  the  dead,  revives  again. 

4  Say,  "Live  forever,  glorious  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save!" 

Then  ask,  "O  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 
And  where  thy  victory,  O  grave?" 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

233 

1  O  Lord,  the  wilderness  to  me 
A  very  Paradise  shall  be, 

Since  Thou  for  forty  days  wast  there 
In  fasting,  solitude  and  prayer. 

2  Unworthy  though  these  feet  to  rest 
On  ground  Thy  footsteps  once  have  blest, 
The  way  of  sorrows  shall  be  mine, 
Made  sweet  because  it  first  was  Thine. 

3  Lord,  let  me  find  some  lowly  place 
Where  I  may  seek  Thy  pitying  face, 
And  plead  with  Thee  by  Olivet, 

By  agony  and  bloody  sweat. 

4  Some  quiet  isle  or  dim  recess 
Shall  make  for  me  a  wilderness; 
And  surely  angels  shall  be  there 
To  wait  on  penitence  and  prayer. 

5  Nor  is  this  all:  for  I  would  know 
The  depth  of  shame,  the  crown  of  woe; 


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Is  not  forsaken  by  His  God. 
'Tis  midnight — and  from  ether-plains 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 

That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 
Wm,  B.  Tappan,  1829. 


'Tis  midnight— and  from  all  remov'd 
Immanuel  wrestles  lone  with  fears; 

E'en  the  disciple  that  He  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  griefs  and  tears. 

'Tis  midnight— and  for  others'  guilt 
The  Man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood; 


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Save  in  the  cross  of  Christ,  my  God; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

3  See,  from  His  head,  II is  hands,  His  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  How  mingled  down; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 


|  4  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  His  body  on  the  tree; 
Then  I  am  dead  to  all  the  globe, 

And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 
Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

Isaac  Waits,  1709. 


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Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

3  Truly  blessed  is  the  station 

Low  before  His  cross  to  lie3 


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While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Floating  in  His  languid  eye. 

4  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze; 
Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

5  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  His  death. 

6  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go; 
Prove  His  blood  each  day  more  healing, 
And  Himself  more  deeply  know. 

James  Allen,  1757. 

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Do  these  charming  words  afford! 
Heavenly  blessings  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 
It  is  finished! 

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Finished,  all  the  types  and  shadows 

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Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe: 

It  is  finished! 
Saints, from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs! 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme; 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name: 

Hallelujah! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb! 

Jonathan  Evans  (?)  1787. 


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2  Lord,  the  course  Thou  art  pursuing 

Is  a  course  of  glorious  gain  ; 
But  the  work  which  Thou  art  doing 

Is  a  work  of  bitter  pain; 
In  a  Passion-tide  beginning, 

It  will  lead  to  bright  renown; 
By  it  Thou  a  way  art  winning 

To  an  everlasting  crown. 

3  Through  Thy  cloud  of  shame  and  sorrow 

Brilliant  gleams  of  light  appear; 
Whence  we  hope  and  comfort  borrow 
In  our  griefs  and  struggles  here; 


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Thou  dost  conquer  death  by  dying; 

By  Thy  death  we  ever  live; 
And  to  us  in  darkness  lying 

Thou  dost  endless  glory  give. 
4  Cruel  hands  of  sinners  bound  Thee, 

Thou  a  sinful  world  hast  freed;     [Thee, 
They  with  thorns  and  mockery  crowned 

Placing  in  Thy  hand  a  reed; 
Now  a  starry  crown  Thou  wearest, 

Heavenly  King,  almighty  Lord; 
Scepter  of  the  world  Thou  bearest, 

And  by  angels  art  adored. 

C.   Wordsworth. 

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2  Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 
On  the  atoning  sacrifice; 


Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  Him, 

Find  Him  mighty  to  redeem; 

At  His  feet  thy  burden  lav, 

Look  thy  doubts  and  cares  away. 

Lord,  Thine  arm  must  be  revealed, 

Ere  I  can  by  faith  be  healed; 

Since  I  scarce  can  look  to  Thee, 

Cast  a  gracious  eye  on  me.  a.  if.  Toplady. 


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What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain : 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain: 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour! 

'Tis  I  deserve  Thy  place; 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 

The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken — 

Above  all  joys  beside; 
When  in  Thy  body  broken 

I  thus  with  safety  hide. 
My  Lord  of  life  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 
Beside  the  cross  expiring 

I'd  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee. 

What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  Thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this,  Thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end! 
Oh,  make  me  Thine  forever, 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 

Outlive  my  love  to  Thee. 

Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying, 
Oh,  show  Thy  cross  to  me! 

And  for  my  succor  flying, 
Come,  Lord,  to  set  me  free. 

These  eyes  new  faith  receiving 


From  Jesus  shall  not  move, 
For  he,  who  dies  believing, 
Dies  safely  through  Thy  love. 
Paul  Gerhardt,  1656.     Trans.  J.  W.  Alexander. 

242 

1  O  Lamb  of  God,  still  keep  me 

Near  to  Thy  wounded  side; 
'Tis  only  there  in  safety 

And  peace  I  can  abide! 
What  foes  and  snares  surround  me! 

What  doubts  and  fears  within! 
The  grace  that  sought  and  found  me, 

Alone  can  keep  me  clean. 

2  'Tis  only  in  Thee  hiding, 

I  know  my  life  secure; 
Only  in  Thee  abiding, 

The  conflict  can  endure: 
Thine  arm  the  victory  gaineth 

O'er  every  hateful  foe; 
Thy  love  my  heart  sustaineth, 

In  all  its  care  and  woe. 

3  Soon  shall  my  eyes  behold  Thee, 

With  rapture,  face  to  face; 
One  half  hath  not  been  told  me 

Of  all  Thy  power  and  grace; 
Thy  beauty,  Lord,  and  glory, 

The  wonders  of  Thy  love, 
Shall  be  the  endless  story 

Of  all  Thy  saints  above. 

James  George  Deck,  1857. 


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And  in  my  dying  hour 

By  those  sharp  wounds  I  pray, 
Lord,  may  Thy  passion's  power 

Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

Latin  Hymn  of  XV  Century. 


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Mine  everlasting  Gain? 

3  O  Jesus,  may  Thy  sadness, 

Thine  agony  and  tears, 
Win  for  my  spirit  gladness 
Throughout  the  endless  years. 

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Finishing  Thy  life  of  woe? 

Who  but  Thou  had  dared  to  drain, 
Steeped  in  gall,  the  cup  of*  pain; 
And  with  tender  body  bear 

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4  Thence  the  cleansing  water  flowed, 
Mingled  from  Thy  side  with  blood 
Bign  to  all  attesting  eyes 

Of  the  finished  sacrifice. 

5  Holy  Jesus,  grant  us  grace 
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By  Thy  dying  prayer  which  rose 
Begging  mercy  for  Thy  foes : 
Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  our  cry:  &c. 

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Blotting  out  the  sun  from  sight; 
By  the  cry  with  which  in  death 
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Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  our  cry:  &c. 
F.  W.  Fdber. 


By  the  cords  that,  round  Thee  cast, 
Bound  Thee  to  the  pillar  fast; 
By  the  scourge  so  meekly  borne; 
By  Thy  purple  robe  of  scorn ; 
Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  our  cry:  &c. 

3  By  the  thorns  that  crowned  Thy  head; 
By  the  sceptre  of  a  reed: 

By  Thy  foes  on  bending  knee 
Mocking  at  Thy  royalty ; 

Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  our  cry:  &c. 

4  By  the  people's  cruel  jeers; 
By  the  holy  women's  tears; 

By  Thy  footsteps  faint  and  slow, 


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View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned. 
Oh!  the  wormwood  and  the  gall! 

Oh!  the  pangs  His  soul  sustained! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss; 

Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb; 

There,  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete; 
"It  is  finished;"  hear  Him  cry, 

Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

J.  Montgomery. 

248 

1  Resting  from  His  work  to-day 
In  the  tomb  the  Saviour  lay; 
Still  He  slept,  from  head  to  feet 
Shrouded  in  the  winding  sheet, 
Lying  in  the  rock  alone, 
Hidden  bv  the  sealed  stone. 


2  Late  at  even  there  was  seen 
Watching  long  the  Magdalene; 
Early,  ere  the  break  of  day, 
Sorrowful  she  took  her  way 

To  the  holy  garden  glade, 
Where  her  buried  Lord  was  laid. 

3  So  with  Thee,  till  life  shall  end 
I  wrould  solemn  vigil  spend: 

Let  me  hew  Thee,  Lord,  a  shrine 
In  this  rocky  heart  of  mine; 
Where  in  pure  embalmed  cell 
None  but  Thou  may  ever  dwell. 

4  Myrrh  and  spices  will  I  bring, 
True  affection's  offering; 

Close  the  door  from  sight  and  sound 
Of  the  busy  world  around; 
And  in  patient  watch  remain 
Till  my  Lord  appear  again . 

Thomas  Wliytehead,  181,2. 


246     Continued. 

2  Once  again  beside  the  cross, 
All  my  gain  I  count  but  loss; 
Earthly  pleasures  fade  away; 
Clouds  they  are  that  hide  my  day; 
Hence,  vain  shadows!  let  me  see 
Jesus,  crucified  forme. 

3  From  beneath  that  thorny  crown 
Trickle  drops  of  cleansing  down; 
Pardon  from  Thy  pierced  hand 


Now  I  take,  while  here  I  stand; 
Only  then  I  live  to  Thee, 
When  Thy  wounded  side  I  see. 

4  Blessed  Saviour,  Thine  am  I, 

Thine  to  live,  and  Thine  to  die; 

Height  or  depth,  or  earthly  power, 

Ne'er  shall  hide  my  Saviour  more: 

Ever  shall  my  glory  be, 

Only,  only,  only  Thee! 

Oeo.  Dvffield. 


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249 


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HENRY  SCHWING. 


Thy  life  on  earth  was  one  sad  weariness ; 

Nowhere  to  lay  Thy  head. 
Thy    days    were    toil    and  heat;  Thy 
lonely  nights 

Sought  some  cold  mountain  bed. 

3  How  calmly  in  that  tomb  Thou  liest  now, 

Thy  rest  how  still  and  deep!     [gives 
O'er  thee  in  love  the  Father  rests:  He 
To  His  beloved  sleep. 

4  On  Bethel-pillow  now  Thy  head  is  laid. 

In  Joseph's  rock-hewn  cell: 

250 


Thy  watchers  are  the  angels  of  Thy 

They  guard  Thy  slumbers  well.   [God 
Rest,  weary  Son  of  God: Thy  work    is 

And  all  Thy  burdens  borne;    [done, 
Rest  on  that  stone,  till  the  third  sun  has 
brought 

Thine  everlasting  morn. 
Then  to  a  higher,  brighter,  truer  rest* 

Upon  the  throne  above, 
Rise,  weary  Son  of  Man,  to  carry  out 

Thy  glorious  work  of  love. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1868. 


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Humble,  holy,  all-resigned 

To  Thy  will:— Thy  will  be  done! 


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Of  Thy  well-beloved  Son. 

Counting  gain  and  glory  loss, 
May  I  tread  the  path  He  trod; 

Die  with  Jesus  on  the  cross, 

Rise  with  Him,  to  Thee,  my  God! 

James  Montgomery,  1808. 


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Now  my  life  and  healing  be. 

3  What  Id  me  is  wounded  yet, 
What  dotli  still  disease  beget, 
Dearest  Saviour,  make  it  whole, 
Lord,  restore  this  sin-sick  soul. 

4  Lord,  my  heart  would  feel  and  know 
All  Thine  agony  and  woe, 

Each  deep  wound,  that  I  may  be 
Wholly  crucified  with  Thee. 

5  Gracious  Jesus,  Saviour  dear! 
Guilty  though  I  be,  give  ear; 

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From  Thy  blessed  cross  away. 
Lying  at  Thy  mercy-seat, 
Lol  with  tears  I  wash  Thy  feet, 
Pity  on  my  misery  take, 
Jesus,  for  Thy  mercy's  sake. 
From  Thy  cross,  uplifted  high, 
O  Beloved,  cast  Thine  eye: 
Turn  me  to  Thee,  heart  and  soul; 
By  Thy  sorrows  make  me  whole. 
Here  I'll  mourn  with  my  last  breath, 
O'er  my  sins,  and  o'er  Thy  death; 
Jesus,  Lamb  of  God,  Thy  cross 
Saves  me  from  eternal  loss. 


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3  Yet  the  morning's  purple  ray 
Shall  present  a  glorious  sight, 
Stone  by  earthquake  roll'd  away, 
Angel  guards  all  robed  in  white. 

C.  F.  Alexander. 


PASSION  WEEK. 


LANGRAN.    ios. 


JAS.   LANGRAN. 


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Where  all  the  wicked  from  their  troubling  cease, 
Thy  tranquil  Sabbath  in  the  grave  to  keep: 
Thy  Father  giveth  His  Beloved  sleep. 

3  Yet  in  Thy  glory,  on  the  throne  above, 
Thou  wast  abiding  ever,  Love  of  Love, 
Eternal,  filling  all  created  things 

With  Thine  own  presence,  Jesus,  King  of  kings! 

4  E'en  now  our  place  is  with  Thee  on  the  throne, 
For  Thou  abidest  ever  with  Thine  own ; 

Yet  in  the  tomb  with  Thee,  we  watch  for  day; 
Oh,  let  Thine  angel  roll  the  stone  away! 

5  Oh,  by  Thy  life  within  us,  set  us  free! 
Reveal  the  glory  that  is  hid  with  Thee! 
Glory  to  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Holy  Spirit,  ever  One. 


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Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

3  Seven  times  He  spake,  seven  words  of 
love 

And  all  three  hours  His  silence  cried 
For  mercy  on  the  souls  of  men: 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

4  A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears, 
Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied; 

Lord  Jesus,  may  we  love  and  weep, 
Since  Thou  for  us  art  crucified. 

F.  W.Faber. 


PASSION  WEEK. 


115 


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Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest,# 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  for  ever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away; 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary! 


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On  the  bitter  cross  He  bore; 
How  did  soul  and  body  languish, 

Till  the  toil  of  death  was  o'er! 
But  that  toil  so  fierce  and  dread, 
Bruisedand  crushed  the  serpent'shead. 


3  Close  and  still  the  tomb  that  holds  Him 

While  in  brief  repose  He  lies; 
Deep  the  slumber  that  enfolds  Him, 

Veiled  awhile  from  mortal  eyes: 
Slumber  such  as  needs  must  be 
After  hard- won  victory. 

4  All  night  long  with  plaintive  voicing, 

Chant  His  requiem  soft  and  low; 
Loftier  strains  of  loud  rejoicing 

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And  love  no  longer  grieves; 
In  ruin  lies  death's  prison, 

Sing,  heralds,  Jesus  lives. 
We  hear  Thy  blessed  greeting; 

Salvation's  work  is  done! 
We  worship  Thee,  repeating: 

"Life  for  the  dead  is  won!" 

3  Around  Thy  tomb,  O  Jesus, 

How  sweet  the  Easter  breath; 
Hear  we  not  in  the  breezes 

"Where  is  thy  sting,  O  Death?" 
Dark  hell  flies  in  commotion, 

The  heavens  their  anthems  sing; 
While  far  o'er  earth  and  ocean, 

Glad  hallelujahs  ring! 


Oh,  publish  this  salvation, 

Ye  heralds,  through  the  earth, 
To  every  buried  nation 

Proclaim  the  day  of  birth. 
Till,  rising  from  their  slumbers 

In  long  and  ancient  night, 
The  countless  heathen  numbers 

Shall  hail  the  Easter  light. 
Hail!  hail!  our  Jesus  risen! 

Sing,  ransomed  brethren  sing! 
Through  death's  dark,  gloomy  prison, 

Let  Easter  chorals  ring. 
Haste,  haste,  ye  captive  legions, 

Accept  your  glad  reprieve; 
Come  forth  from  sin's  dark  regions — 

In  Jesus'  kingdom  live. 

J.  P.  Lange,  1851.    Trans,  by  H.  Harbaugh. 


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LYRA  DAVIDICK.  1708. 
J.  MORGAN.? 


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ght  the  fight,  the  battle  won; 
our  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er; 
He  sets  in  blood  no  more.  Alleluia 


3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal; 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  Him  rise; 
Christ  hath  opened  Paradise.  Alleluia! 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King; 
••Where.  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting?" 

Once  He  died  our  souls  to  save; 
"Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  Grave?" 

Alleluia. 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head; 


Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rise; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies! 

Alleluia! 

Charles  Wesley. 

260 

1  Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holy  day; 
Who  did  once  upon  the  Cross, 
Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss.  Alleluia! 

2  Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing 
Unto  Christ,  our  heavenly  King, 
Who  endured  the  Cross   and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save.  Alleluia! 

3  But  the  pains  which  He  endured 
Our  salvation  have  procured; 
Now  above  the  sky  He's  King, 
Where  the  angels  ever  sing.  Alleluia! 

Old  Latin  Air.     Trails.  1750. 


258     Continued. 

2  Hark!  the  wondering  angels  raise 
Louder  notes  of  joyful  praise; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  hound 
Echo  with  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Saint-  on  earth,  lift  up  your  eyes; 
Now  t'>  glory  Bee  Him  rise 

In  long  triumph  through  the  sky, 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 

4  Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide; 
Mighty  Conqueror,  through  them  ride! 


King  of  glory  mount  Thy  throne! 
Boundless  empire  is  Thine  own. 
Powers  of  heaven,  seraphic  choirs, 
Sing  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres; 
Son-  of  men,  in  humbler  strain 
Sing  your  mighty  Saviour's  reign. 
Every  note  with  wonder  swell, 
Sin  o  erthrown,  and  captive  hell! 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Where  thy  terrors,  vanquished  king? 

Thos.  Scott,  1775. 


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When  the  Paschal  blood  is  poured, 
Death's  dark  angel  sheathes  his  sword; 
Israel's  hosts  triumphant  go 
Thro'  the  wave  that  drowns  the  foe, 
Praise  we  Christ  whose  blood  was  shed, 
Paschal  Victim,  Paschal  Bread ; 
With  sincerity  and  love, 
Eat  we  manna  from  above. 

262 


Mighty  Victim  from  the  sky! 
Hell's  fierce  powers  beneath  Thee  lie; 
Thou  hast  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Thou  hast  brought  us  life  and  light: 
Now  no  more  can  Death  appal, 
Now  no  more  the  grave  enthral ; 
Thou  hast  opened  Paradise, 
And  in  Thee  Thy  saints  shall  rise. 
Easter  triumph,  Easter  joy, 
Sin  alone  can  this  destroy; 
From  sin's  power  do  Thou  set  free 
Souls  new-born,  O  Lord  in  Thee. 
Hymns  of  glory  and  of  praise, 
Risen  Lord  to  Thee  we  raise; 
Holy  Father,  praise  to  Thee 
With  the  Spirit,  ever  be. 

Latin  Hymn.    Trans,  by  R.  Campbell,  1850, 


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Whose  curse  and  shame  He  bore. 


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2  "The  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed;" 
He  lives  to  die  no  more; 


"The  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed;" 

Attending  angels,  hear; 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heav'n,  with  speed, 

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Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 
And  strike  each  cheerful  chord; 

Join  all  the  bright,  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord, 

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3  The  three  sad  days  are  quickly  sped; 
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Alleluia ! 


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Let  hymns  of  praise  His  triumphs  tell! 

Alleluia! 

5  Lord!  by  the  stripes  which  wounded  Thee 
From  Death's  dread  sting  Thy  servants 
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Pleads  for  us  and  hears  our  cry: 

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3  He  who  slumbered  in  the  grave 
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Alleluia! 

Michael  Weisse,  1531.     Trans,  by  Cath.   Winhrorth. 


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Glorious  life,  and  life  immortal 
On  this  holy  Easter  morn: 
Christ  has  triumphed  and  we  conquer 
By  His  vict'ry  o'er  the  grave; 
Quicken'd  with  Him  by  the  Spirit, 
We  the  life  eternal  have. 

Christ  is  risen,  Christ  the  first-fruits 
Of  the  holy  harvest  field, 
Which  with  all  its  full  abundance 
At  His  second  coming  yield; 
Men  the  golden  ears  of  harvest 
With  their  heads  before  Him  wave, 
Ripened  by  His  glorious  sunshine, 
From  the  furrows  of  the  grave. 

Christ  is  risen,  we  are  risen. 
Shed  upon  us  heav'nly  grace, 
Rain  and  dew  and  streams  of  glory 
From  the  brightness  of  Thy  face, 
That  we,  with  our  hearts  in  heaven, 
Here  on  earth  may  fruitful  be, 
And  by  angel  hands  be  gathered, 
And  be  ever,  Lord,  with  Thee. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 


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Alleluia,  sing  to  Jesus, 

His  the  sceptre,  His  the  throne; 
Alleluia,  His  the  triumph, 

His  the  victory  alone; 
Hark  the  songs  of  peaceful  Zion 

Thunder  like  a  mighty  flood; 
Jesus  out  of  every  nation 

Hath  redeemed  us  by  His  blood. 
Alleluia,  Bread  of  angels 

Thou  on  earth  our  Food,  our  Stay, 
Alleluia,  here  the  sinful 

Flee  to  Thee  from  day  to  day; 
Intercessor,  Friend  of  sinners, 

Earth's  Redeemer,  plead  for  me, 
Where  the  songs  of  all  the  sinless 

Sweep  across  the  crystal  sea. 
Alleluia,  King  eternal, 

Thee  the  Lord  of  lords  we  own; 
Alleluia,  born  of  Mary,  [throne: 

Earth    Thy   footstool,   heav'n  Thy 
Thou  within  the  veil  hast  entered, 

Robed  in  flesh,  our  great  High  Priest; 
Thou  on  earth  both  priest  and  victim 

In  the  Eucharistic  Feast. 

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When  our  tears  for  sin  must  flow. 
4  Therefore  in  our  hymns  we  pray  Thee 
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At  the  last  to  keep  Thine  Easter 
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Alleluia,  thou  resoundest 

True  Jerusalem  and  free; 
Alleluia,  joyful  Mother, 

All  thy  children  sing  with  thee: 
But  by  Babylon's  sad  waters 

Mourning  exiles  now  are  we. 
Alleluia  cannot  always 

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Alleluia. our  transgressions 


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2  Our  hearts,  be  pure  from  evil 

That  we  may  see  aright 
The  Lord  in  rays  eternal 

Of  resurrection  light. 
And  listening  to  His  accents 

May  hear,  so  calm  and  plain 
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Let  earth  her  song  begin, 
Let  all  the  world  keep  triumph, 

And  all  that  Ifi  therein; 
In  grateful  exultation 

Their  notes  let  all  things  blend, 
For  Christ  the  Lord  hath  risen, 
Our  Joy  that  hath  no  end.      Amen. 
St.  John  Damascene.     Trans,  by  Dr.  Doddridge,  1780. 


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In  full  assembly  meet, 
To  wait  His  high  commands 

And  worship  at  His  feet: 
Joyful  they  come,  and  wing  their  way, 
From  realms  of  day  to  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 

And  the  glad  tidings  bear; 
Hark!  as  they  soar  on  high, 

What  music  fills  the  air! 
Their  anthems  say,  "Jesus,  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead;  He  rose  to-day. " 

4  Ye  mortals!  catch  the  sound, — 

Redeemed  by  Him  from  hell; 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell ; 
Transported  cry,  "Jesus,  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead,  no  more  to  die." 

5  All  hail!  triumphant  Lord! 

Who  sav'st  us  with  Thy  blood: 
Wide  be  Thy  name  adored, 
Thou  rising,  reigning  God! 


With  Thee  we  rise,  with  Thee  we  reign 
And  empires  gain,  beyond  the  skies. 

Philip  Doddridge,  mo. 

270 

1  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  Thy  name: 
By  Thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came : 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven, 

2  Be  Thou  my  Counsellor, 

My  Pattern,  and  my  Guide: 
And  through  this  desert  land 

Still  keep  me  near  Thy  side: 
Oh,  let  my  feet  ne'er  run  astray, 
Nor  rove,  nor  seek  the  crooked  way. 

3  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice: 

His  watchful  eyes  shall  keep 
My  wandering  soul  among 

The  thousands  of  His  sheep; 
He  feeds  His  flock ,  He  calls  their  names, 
His  bosom  bears  the  tender  lambs. 
Isaac  Watts.  1709. 


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The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

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Lift  up  your  hearts,-lift  up  your  voice, 

Rejoice!  again   I  say,  rejoice! 

3  He  all  His  foes  shall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy; 
And  every  bosom  swell 

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With  pure  seraphic  joy: 
Lift  up  your  hearts,-lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice!  again   I  say,  rejoice! 
Rejoice  in  glorious  hope; 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  His  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home: 
We  soon  shall  hear  th  'archangel's  voice. 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice! 

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Jesus,  the  King  of  righteousness, 
Do  Thou  Thyself  our  hearts  possess, 


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The  tribute  of  our  grateful  praise. 

4  O  Lord  of  all,  with  us  abide 
In  this  our  joyful  Easter-tide; 

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Alleluia! 

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Over  all  the  world  is  given: 
May  we  go  where  He  is  gone, 
Rest  and  reign  with  Him  in  heaven. 
Alleluia! 

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Alleluia! 

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Glory  to  our  Saviour  giving. 
Alleluia! 


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His  mercy  we  implore 
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At  His  command  restore; 

His  ransomed  hosts  pursue  their  way 
Where  Jesus  goes  before. 


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Glory  to  God,  in  full  anthems  of  joy! 

The  being  He  gave  us,  death  cannot  destroy; 

Sad  were  the  life  we  must  part  with  to-morrow, 
If  tears  were  our  birthright,  and  death  were  our  end; 

But  Jesus  hath  cheered  the  dark  valley  of  sorrow, 
And  bade  us,  immortal,  to  heaven  ascend. 
Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not  die.        Henry  Ware,  Jr. 


KENAN.     7s- 


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2  Then  their  hearts  within  them  glow'd 
"When  Himself  to  them  He  show'd 

In  the  Scripture,  as  a  King 
Glorified  by  suffering. 

3  Thou  art  ever  with  us,  Lord, 
Walking  in  Thy  holy  word; 
And  Thy  voice,  O  Saviour  dear, 
In  that  word  we  ever  hear; 

4  What  the  holy  prophets  meant 
In  the  ancient  Testament, 
Thou  art  opening  to  our  view, 
Lord,  forever  in  the  New. 


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When  we  at  Thy  table  kneel; 
When  we  feed  upon  Thee  there, 
We  too  at  Emmaus  are. 

6  Though  not  kenn'd  by  carnal  eye, 
Yet  we  know  Thee  ever  nigh: 
Though  Thou  art  much  further  gone 
Even  to  Thy  heavenly  throne; 

7  Yet  we,  Lord,  behold  Thy  face 
Ever  in  the  means  of  grace: 
There  Thou  walkest  by  our  side, 
There  Thou  with  us  dost  abide. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 


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Who  from  His  altar  call; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall; 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Sinners  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall; 

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And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

Oh,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  His  feet  may  fall; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

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To  trust  Thy  plighted  word; 
Abide,  nor  evermore  depart, 
Abide  with  us,  O  Lord! 


The  solemn  joy,  the  awful  fear, 
The  hallow'd  hush  of  peace, 

The  consciousness  that  Thou  art  near, 
We  would  not  these  should  cease. 


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This  blessed  Easter-tide, 

They  will  'abide  with  us,'  O  Lord 
If  Thou  with  us  abide. 

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Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see; 

3  Thou    who    changest  not!  abide    with 

me! 

5  I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour. 
What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

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victory? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 

5  Hold  Thou  Thy  cross  before  my  closing 

eyes; 
Shine   through   the   gloom,  and  point  me  to 

the  skies; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain 

shadows  flee: 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord!  abide  with  me! 
Henry  Francis  Lyte,  18U7. 


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Brings  forth  His  ransomed  saints  to  light. 

3  His  tomb  of  late  the  three-fold  guard 
Of  watch  and  stone  and  seal  had  barred; 
But  now,  in  pomp  and  triumph  high, 
He  comes  from  death  to  victory. 

4  The  pains  of  hell  are  loosed  at  last; 
The  days  of  mourning  now  are  past; 
An  Angel  robed  in  light  hath  said, 

1  'The  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead." 


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Though  dangers  surround  me,    I   still 

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Since    Thou,    the  Most  Mighty  my 

Helper,  art  near. 

3  Thy  love,  oh,  how  faithful!  so  tender, 

so  pure! 

Thy  promise,  faith's  anchor,  how  stead- 
fast and  sure! 

That  love,  like  sweet  sunshine,  my 
cold  heart  can  warm, 

That  promise  make  steady  my  soul  in 
the  storm. 

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iled,  Thy  peace: 
From  restless,  vain  wishes,  bid  Thou 

my  heart  cease; 
In  Thee  all  its  longings  henceforward 

shall  end, 
Till,   glad,   to  Thy   presence  my  soul 

shall  ascend. 

5  Oh,  then,  blessed  Jesus,  who  once  for 

me  died, 
Made    clean    in    the     fountain    that 

gushed  from  Thy  side, 
I  shall  see  Thy  full  glory,  Thy  face 

shall  behold, 
And  praise  Thee  with  raptures  forever 

untold! 

Ray  Palmer 


282 

1  Oh,  had  I,  my  Saviour,  the  wings  of 

a  dove, 

How  soon  would  I  soar  to  Thy  pres- 
ence above! 

How  soon  would  I  flee  where  the 
weary  have  rest, 

And  hide  all  my  cares  in  Thy  shelter- 
ing breast! 

2  I  flutter,  I  struggle,    and    long  to  be 

free, 
I  feel   me  a  captive  while  banished 

from  Thee; 
A  pilgrim  and  stranger,   the   desert  I 

roam, 
And  look  on  to  heaven  and  fain  would 

be  home. 

3  Ah,  there  the  wild  tempest  for  ever 

shall  cease, 
.    No  billow  shall  ruffle  that  haven  of 

peace ; 
Temptation  and  trouble  alike  shall 

depart, 
Alltearsfrom  the  eye,  and  all  sin  from 

the  heart. 

4  Soon,  soon  may  this  Eden  of  promise 

be  mine; 
Rise,  bright  Sun  of  glory,  no  more  to 

decline; 
Thy  light,  yet  unrisen,  the  wilderness 

cheers; 
Oh,  what  will  it  be,  when  the  fullness 

appears? 


EASTER. 


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120 


WILLIAM   B.   BRADBURY,  1841 


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death  though  I  stray, 

Since  Thou  art  my  Guardian,  no  evil 
I  fear; 

Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  Thy  staff  be 
my  stay: 

No  harm  can  befall  with  my  Com- 
forter near. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is 

spread; 
With   blessings  unmeasured  my  cup 

runneth  o'er; 
With  perfume  and  oil  Thou  anointest 

my  head; 
Oh,  what  shall  I  ask  of  Thy  providence 

more? 

4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful 

God! 

Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  Thee 
above ; 

I  seek,  by  the  path  which  my  fore- 
fathers trod 

Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  Thy 
kingdom  of  love. 

/.  Montgomery,  1822. 

284 

1  Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on 
our  way; 

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The  Lord   is  our  Leader,  His  word  is 

our  stay; 
Tho'  suffering,  and  sorrow,   and  trial 

be  near, 
The  Lord  is  our  Refuge,  and  whom 

can  we  fear? 

He  raiseth   the  fallen,   He  cheereth 

the  faint; 
The  weak,   and    oppressed — He   will 

hear  their  complaint; 
The  way  may  be  weary,  and  thorny 

the  road, 
But  how  can  we  falter? — our  help  is  in 

God! 
Into  His  green  pastures  our  footstep* 

He  leads; 
His  flock  in  the  desert  how  kindly  He 

feeds! 
The  Lambs  in  His  bosom  He  tenderly 

bears, 
And    brings    back   the   wanderers  all 

safe  from  the  snares. 
Though  clouds  may  surround  us,    our 

God  is  our  light; 
Though   storms   rage   around   us,  our 

God  is  our  might : 
So,   faint   yet  pursuing,  still  onward 

we  come; 
The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  His  kingdom 

our  home! 

John  N.  Darby,  1981. 


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Since  our  Imtnanuel  rose: 
He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 

And  vanquished  all  our  foes. 
See  how  the  Conq'ror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  His  Father  flies, 
With  scars  of  honor  in  His  flesh, 

And  triumph  in  His  eyes! 


286 


Eaise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  His  blessed  abode: 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 

To  our  incarnate  God. 

Bright  angels!  strike  your  loudest  strings, 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise; 
Let  heaven,  and  all  created  things, 

Sound  our  Immanuel's  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


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2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 

Is  His  — is  His  by  right; 
"The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords/ 
And  heaven's  eternal  Light; 

3  The  Joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  Joy  of  all  below, 
To  whom  He  manifests  His  love, 
And  grants  His  name  to  know; 

4  To  them  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given; 


Their  name, — an  everlasting  name; 
Their  joy, — the  joy  of  heaven, 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 

They  reign  with  Him  above; 
Their  profit  and  their  joy— to  know 
The  mystery  of  His  love. 

6  The  cross  He  bore  is  life  and  health, — 

Though  shame  and  death  to  Him; 
His  people's  hope,  His  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

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2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires; 

Oh,  grant  me  an  abode, 
Among  the  churches  of  Thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God! 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  Thy  beauty  still; 
Shall  hear  Thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  Thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  His  children  hide; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  Thy  temple  sound. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719 

288 

1  Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace! 

Thy  bounties  how  complete! 
How  shall  we  count  the  matchless  sum? 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt? 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  Thou  exalted  shine; 
What  can  our  poverty  bestow, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  Thine? 

3  But  Thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

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Before  Thy  Father's  face. 

4  In  them  Thou  mayest  be  clothed  and 

And  visited  and  cheered ;  [fed, 

And  in  their  accents  of  distress 
Our  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 

5  Thy  face,  with  reverence  and  with  love, 

We  in  Thy  poor  would  see; 
Oh,  may  we  minister  to  them, 
And  in  them,  Lord,  to  Thee. 

Philip  Doddridge,  171,0. 

289 

1  If  Christ  is  mine,  then  all  is  mine, 

And  more  than  angels  know; 
Both  present  things  and  things  to  come 
And  grace  and  glory  too. 

2  If  Christ  is  mine,  let  friends  forsake, 

And  earthly  comforts  flee; 
He,  the  full  source  of  every  good, 
Is  more  than  all  to  me. 

3  If  Christ  is  mine,  unharmed  I  pass 

Through  death's  dark  dismal  vale. 
He'll  be  my  comfort  and  my  stay, 
When  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail. 

4  O  Christ,  assure  me  Thou  art  mine; 

I  nothing  want  beside; 

My  soul  shall  at  the  Fountain  live, 

When  all  the  streams  are  dried. 
3enj.  Beddome.  1776. 


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2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  His  own  right  way, 
For  His  most  holy  name. 

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dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  surrounding  foes 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  Thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  foll'wing  days, 

Nor  from  Thy  house  will  I  remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  Thy  praise. 

Isaac  Watts. 

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And  justice, armed  with  frowns,  appears; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face, 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 


3  Hence,    then,    ye    black     despairing 

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Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 
His  pow'rful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  His  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend! 
On  Him  our  humble  hopes  depend: 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


292 


EASTER. 


LOUVAN.     L.  M. 


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2  Oh,  lead  me  ever  by  Thy  side, 
Where  fields  are  green,  and  waters  glide; 
And  be  Thou  still,  where'er  I  be, 

A  refuge  and  a  rest  for  me. 

3  While  I  this  barren  desert  tread, 
Feed  Thou  my  soul  on  heavenly  bread; 
'Mid  foes  and  fears  Thee  may  I  see, 

A  refuge  and  a  rest  for  me. 

4  Anoint  me  with  Thy  gladdening  grace, 
To  cheer  me  in  the  heavenly  race; 
Cause  all  my  gloomy  doubts  to  flee, 
And  make  my  spirit  rest  in  Thee. 

5  When  death  shall  end  this  mortal  strife, 
Bring  me  through  death  to  endless  life; 
Then,  face  to  face,  beholding  Thee, 
My  refuge  and  my  rest  shall  be. 

Heni-y  Harbaugh,  1859. 

293 

1  Jesus,  the  shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep; 

The  flock  for  which  Thou   cam'st   from 

heav'n, 
The  flock  for  which  Thy  life  was  giv'n. 

2  Oh,  guard   Thy   sheep  from  beasts  of 

prey, 
And  vuide  them  that  they  never  stray; 
Cherish  the  young,  sustain  the  old, 
Le1  none  be  feeble  in  Thy  fold. 

3  Secure  them  from  the  scorching  beam, 
And  lead  them  to  the  living  stream: 

In  verdant  pastures  let  them  lie, 

And  watch  them  with  a  shepherd's  eye. 


4  Oh,  may  Thy  sheep  discern  Thy  voice, 
And  in  its  sacred  sound  rejoice: 

From  strangers  may  they  ever  flee, 
And  know  no  other  guide  but  Thee. 

5  Lord,  bring  Thy  sheep  that  wander  yet. 
And  let  the  number  be  complete. 
Then  let  Thy  flock  from  earth  remove. 
And  occupy  the  fold  above. 

Thomas  Kelly. 


294 


1  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art. 

My   Saviour,   my  eternal  Rest: 
Then  only  will  this  longing  heart 
Be  fully  and  for  ever  blest. 

2  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art. 

Thy  unveiled  glory  to  behold: 
Then  only  will  this  wandering  heart 
Cease  to  be  treach'rous,   faithless, 
cold. 

3  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 

Where    spotless    saints  Thy    name 
adore : 
Then  only  will  this  sinful  heart 
Be  evil  and  defiled  no  more. 

4  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 

Where  none  can   die,  where  none 
remove: 
Then  neither  death  nor  life  will  part 
Me  from  Thy  presence  and  Thvlove. 
Chari  "k«. 


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Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free. 
Blessed  Jesus, 

Let  us  early  turn  to  Thee. 


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Early  let  us  seek  Thy  favor, 
Early  let  us  do  Thy  will; 

Blessed  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 
With  Thy  love  our  bosoms  fill. 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  iove  us  still. 

Dorothy  Ann  Thrupp,  18S8. 

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4  And  every  virtue  we  possess, 

And  every  conquest  won, 
And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Are  His  alone. 

5  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace, 

Our  weakness,  pitying,  see: 
Oh,    make  our  hearts  Thy  dwelling- 
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And  worthier  Thee. 

Harriet  Auber,  18Z9. 


2  He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 

A  gracious,  willing  Guest, 
While  He  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

3  And  His  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 

Soft  as  the  breath  of  even, 
That  checks  each  thought,  that  calms 
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And  speaks  of  heaven. 


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And  the  pathway  of  peace  I  am  losing. 

3  And  why  should  I  stray  with  the  flocks 

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And    the  follaes  that  fill  me  with 

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Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel,  restore  me 

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Thou  dost  give  to  the  flock  Thou  art 

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5  A  voice  from  the  Shepherd  now   bids 

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No   longer  to  wander,   no   longer  to 

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Tune  the  ear  to  Zion's  song: 
Teach  and  guide  the  wayward  heart, 
Loose  and  prompt  the   stamm'ring 
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Streams  of  life  and  joy  supply; 

Fill  the  world  with  righteousness; 

Light  shall  then  possess  Thine  own, 
Holy  quiet,  perfect  peace; 

And  where  heav'nly  seed  is  sown, 
Thou  wilt  give  the  blest  increase. 

Edward  Oder. 


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ASCENSION. 


JOHANN   C.  W.  A.  MOZART,  1756-1791. 


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There  the  pompous  triumph  waits ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates! 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene; 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in! 
Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves; 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  His  own. 
See!  He  lifts  His  hands  above! 
See!  He  shows  the  prints  of  love! 


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Hark!  His  gracious  lips  bestow 

Blessings  on  His  Church  below! 

Still  for  us  His  death  He  pleads; 

Prevalent,  He  intercedes; 

Near  Himself  prepares  our  place, 

Harbinger  of  human  race. 

There  we  shall  with  Thee  remain, 

Partners  of  Thine  endless  reign; 

There  Thy  face  unclouded  see, 

Find  our  heav'n  of  heav'ns  in  Thee. 

Charles  Wesley,  1739. 


300 


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2  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high: 

Angels  come  to  meet  their  King; 

Shouts  triumphant  rend  the  sky, 
While  the  Victor's  praise  they  sing 

"Open  now,  ye  heavenly  gates! 

'Tis  the  King  of  glory  waits." 


3  Now  behold  Him  high  enthroned, 
Glory  beaming  from  His  face, 

By  adoring  angels  owned, 
God  of  holiness  and  grace! 

Oh,  for  hearts  and  tongues  to  sing — 

"Glory,  glory  to  our  King!" 


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Thou  art  gone   where  now  is  given 
What  no  mortal  might  could  gain, 

On  th'eternal  throne  of  heaven, 
In  Thy  Father's  power  to  reign. 

2  There  Thy  kingdoms  all  adore  Thee, 
Heaven  above  and  earth  below! 

While  the  depths  of  hell  before  Thee, 
Trembling  and  amazed  bow. 

We,  O  Lord,  with  hearts  adoring 
Follow  Thee  beyond  the  sky; 

Hear  our  prayers  Thy  grace  imploring 
Lift  our  souls  to  Thee  on  high. 

3  So,  when  Thou  again  in  glory 

On  the  clouds  of  heaven  shalt  shine, 
We  Thy  flock  may  stand  before  Thee, 

Owned  for  evermore  as  Thine. 
Hail!  all  hail!  in  Thee  confiding, 

Jesus,  Thee  shall  all  adore, 
In  Thy  Father's  might  abiding, 

With  One  Spirit  evermore. 

Latin  Hymn,  5th  century.   Trams. 


2  Who  is  this  that  comes  in  glory, 
With  the  trump  of  jubilee? 

Lord  of  battles,  God  of  armies, 
He  has  gained  the  victory; 

He,  who  on  the  cross  did  suffer, 
He,  who  from  the  grave  arose, 

He  has  vanquished  sin  and  Satan, 
He  by  death  has  spoiled  His  foes. 

3  Thou  hast  raised  our  human  nature, 
In  the  clouds  to  God's  right  hand; 

There  we  sit  in  heav'nly  places, 
There  with  Thee  in  glory  stand; 

Jesus  reigns,  adored  by  angels; 
Man  with  God  is  on  the  throne; 

Mighty  Lord!  in  Thine  ascension, 
We  by  faith  behold  our  own. 

Christopher  Wordsworth,  1863. 

302 

1  Christ,  above  all  glory  seated, 
King  triumphant,  strong  to  save! 

Dying,  Thou  hast  death  defeated, 
Buried,  Thou  hast  spoiled  the  grare. 


138 

303 


ASCENSION, 


HARWELL.  8s,  &  7s. 


LOWELL  MASON,  1840. 


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2  Jesus,  hail!  whose  glory  brightens 
All  above,  and  gives  it  worth ; 

Lord  of  life!  Thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers, and  charms  Thy  saints  on  earth ; 
When  we  think  of  love  like  Thine, 
Lord!  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory!  reign  for  ever! 
Thine  an  everlasting  crown; 

Nothing,  from  Thy  love,  shall  sever 

OUT        CORONAE.  8s,  7s,  4s. 


Those  whom  Thou  hast  made  Thine  own ; 
Happy  objects  of  Thy  grace, 

Destined  to  behold  Thy  face. 
4  Saviour,  hasten  Thine  appearing; 

Bring,  O  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away; 
Then,  with  golden  harps  we'll  sing, 
' 'Glory,  glory  to  our  King." 

Thomas  Kelly,  180U. 


w.  h.  monk,  1823—. 


2  Crown  the  Saviour!  angels,  crown  Him! 
Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  bringrs; 

In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him, 
While  the  heav'nly  concave  rings:— 

Crown  Him!  crown  Him! 
Crown  the  Saviour  /'King  of  kings!" 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  Him, 
Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim; 

Saints  and  angels!  crowd  around  Him, 


Own  His  title,  praise  His  name: 

Crown  Him!  crown  Him! 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame. 
4  Hark!  those  bursts  of  acclamation! 

Hark!  those  loud,  triumphant  chords! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  ; 
Oh!  what  joy  the  sight  affords! 

Crown  Him!  crown  Him! 
"King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords." 
Thomas  Kelly,  1809. 


ASCENSION. 


139 


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JOHN   ZUNDKL,   1854. 


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Cherubic  legions  swell 

Thy  radiant  train: 
Praises  all  heaven  inspire; 
Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre, 
And  waves  his  wings  of  fire, — 

Thou  Lamb  once  slain! 

3  Enter,  incarnate  God! — 
No  feet  but  Thine,  have  trod 

The  serpent  down  ; 
Blow  the  full  trumpets,  blow! 
Wider  yon  portals  throw! 
Saviour  triumphant — go, 

And  take  Thy  crown! 

4  Lion  of  Judah — Hail! 
And  let  Thy  name  prevail 

From  age  to  age; 
Lord  of  the  rolling  years! 
Claim  for  Thine  own  the  spheres, 
For  Thou  hast  bought  with  tears 

Thy  heritage. 

5  And  then  was  heard  afar 
Star  answering  to  star — 

"Lo!  these  have  come, 
Followers  of  Him  who  gave 
His  life  their  lives  to  save; 
And  now  their  palms  they  wave, 

Brought  safely  home." 

Matthew  Bridges, 


181*8. 


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1  Let  us  awake  our  joys; 
Strike  up  with  cheerful  voice; 

Each  creature,  sing: 
Angels!  begin  the  song; 
Mortals!  the  strain  prolong, 
In  accents  sweet  and  strong, 

"Jesus  is  King!" 


2  Proclaim  abroad  His  name, 
Tell  of  His  matchless  fame; 

What  wonders  done! 
Above,  beneath,  around, 
Let  all  the  earth  resound, 
Till  heaven's  high  arch  rebound, 

"Vict'ry  is  won!" 

3  He  vanquished  sin  and  hell, 
And  our  last  foe  will  quell: 

Mourners,  rejoice! 
His  dying  love  adore; 
Praise  Him,  now  raised  in  power: 
Praise  Him  for  evermore, 

With  joyful  voice. 

4  All  hail  the  glorious  day, 
When,  through  the  heavenly  way, 

Lo,  He  shall  come! 
While  they  who  pierced  Him  wail, 
His  promise  shall  not  fail; 
Saints,  see  your  King  prevail: 


Great  Saviour  come  ! 


c.  E.  Kingmury,  ixw. 


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Asking  in  Thy  name  alone; 

He,  in  Thee,  with  love  increasing, 
Gives,  and  glorifies  the  Son. 

3  Down  to  earth  in  all  its  darkness 
From  the  Father  Thou  didst  come; 

Seeking  sinners  in  their  blindness, 
Calling  earth's  poor  exiles  home. 

4  By  a  life  of  love  and  labor 
Doing  all  the  Father's  will; 

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Precious  balm  for  every  ill; 

5  Patient  ever  in  well-doing, 
Moving  on  in  steps  of  blood, 

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Kiss  Thy  cross,  with  rapture  knowing 
Thou  hast  conquered  sufFring  there. 

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All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee, 

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Thou  art  worthy  to  receive; 

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Thos.  Bakewell,  1760. 


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MIGDOL.  L.  M. 


LOWKLT,  MASON. 


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2  What  wondrous  love  prevailed  on  Thee 
The  Bearer  of  our  sins  to  be; 
Thyself  in  sacrifice  to  give, 

That  sinners  might  not  die,  but  live! 

3  Now  crushed  is  Satan's  doleful  reign, 
And  broken  is  the  tyrant's  chain; 
And  Thou  art,  in  Thy  meet  abode, 

A  conq'ror  on  the  throne  of  God. 

4  O  let  Thy  clemency  prevail 
To  heal  the  losses  we  bewail; 

O  cheer  us  with  Thy  beaming  face, 
Enrich  us  with  Thy  gifts  of  grace. 

5  Be  Thou  our  guide,  be  Thou  our  goal, 
Our  joy,  when  sorrow  fills  the  soul; 
In  life,  our  pathway  to  the  skies, 

In  death  our  everlasting  prize. 

Ambrose,  390.     Tram,  by  J.  Chandler. 


310 

1  Oh,  for  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 
To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 

From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day — 
The  blissful  realms  where  Jesus  reigns! 

2  There,  low  before  His  glorious  throne, 
Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall; 

And,  with  delightful  worship,  own   fall. 
His  smile  their  bliss,  their  heav'n,  their 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  His  head, 
While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 

And  love  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 
Thro'  all  the  assemblies  of  the  skies. 


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Oh,  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire! 


6  Dear  Saviour  !  let  Thy  Spirit  seal 
Our  interest  in  that  blissful  place, 
Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil 

And  we  behold  Thy  lovely  face. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 

311 

1  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high: 

The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: 

"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates/ 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way!" 

3  "Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene; 

He  claims  these  mansions  as  His  right; 
Keceive  the  King  of  glory  in." 

4  "Who  is  the  King  of  glory?  Who?"— 
"The  Lord,  that  all  our  foes  o'ercaine, 

The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  Conq'ror's  name. 

5  Lo!  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: 

"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates! 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way!" 

6  "Who  is  the  King  of  glory?  Who?"— 
"The  Lord  of  glorious  power  possest; 

The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  blest!" 

Charles  Wesley,  17U. 


142 

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Amid  the  choirs  above, 
To  hear  our  youthful  voices 
Exulting  in  His  love. — Cho. 

3  We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Who  died  our  soiils  to  save; 


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We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Triumphant  o'er  the  grave. — Cho. 
4  And  in  our  hour  of  danger 
We'll  trust  His  love  alone 
Who  once  slept  in  a  manger, 
And  now  sits  on  the  throne. —Cho. 

Geo.  W.  Bethune,  1850. 
u.  c.  burnap.  1868. 


318 


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Thou  art  gone  up  on  high: 

But  Thou  didst  first  come  down, 
Through  earth's  most  bitter  misery 

To  pass  unto  Thy  crown; 
And  girt  with  grief  and  fears 

Our  onward  course  must  be; 
But  only  let  this  path  of  tears 

Lead  us  at  last  to  Thee. 


3  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high: 

But  Thou  shalt  come  again, 
With  all  the  bright  ones  of  the  sky 

Attendant  in  Thy  train. 
Lord,  by  Thy  saving  power, 

So  make  us  live  and  die, 
That  we  may  stand  in  that  dread  hour 

At  Thy  right  hand  on  high. 

Emma  Toht.  1851. 


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1  The  golden  gates  are  lifted  up, 
The  doors  are  opened  wide, 

The  King  of  Glory  is  gone  in 
Unto  His  Father's  side. 

2  Thou  art  gone  up  before  us,  Lord, 
To  make  for  us  a  place, 

That  we  may  be  where  now  Thou  art , 
And  look  upon  God's  face. 

3  And  ever  on  our  earthly  path 
A  gleam  of  glory  lies, 

A  light  still  breaks  behind  the  cloud 
That  veiled  Thee  from  our  eyes. 

4  Lift  up  our  hearts,  lift  up  our  minds, 
Let  Thy  dear  grace  be  given, 

That  while  we  wander  here  below, 
Our  treasure  be  in  heaven. 

5  That  where  Thou   art   at   God's  right 
Our  hope,  our  love  may  be;         [hand, 

Dwell  Thou  in  us,  that  we  may  dwell 
For  evermore  in  Thee. 

Cecil  Frances  Alexander,  1858. 

GEORGE  HEWS. 


2  Legions  of  angels  round  His  throne 

In  countless  armies  shine; 
At  His  right  hand,  with  golden  harps, 

They  offer  songs  divine . 

o  'Hail,  glorious  Prince  of  Peace,"  they 
"Whose  unexampled  love  [cry, 

Moved  Thee  to  quit  those  blissful  realms, 
And  royalties  above." 

4  Through  all  His  travels  here  below, 
They  did  His  steps  attend: 

Oft  wondering  how,  or  where,  at  last 
This  mystic  scene  would  end. 

5  They  saw  His  heart  transfixed  with 
And  viewed  the  crimson  gore ;  [wounds, 

They  saw  Him  break  the  bars  of  death, 
Which  none  e'er  broke  before. 

6  They  brought  His  chariot  from  above, 
To  bear  Him  to  His  throne; 

Clapped  their  triumphant  wings,  and 
"The  glorious  work  is  done."       [cried, 

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2  With  us,  when  the  storm  is  sweeping 
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Waking  hope  within  our  bosoms, 
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Harvest-home  of  souls  they  keep; 

With  his  sickle  each  apostle 

Whitening  fields  goes  forth  to  reap; 
God  with  holy  flame  from  heaven 

Writes  on  hearts  the  law  of  love ; 
Jubilee  of  sins  forgiven 

Sounds  its  trumpet  from  above. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  Divine  Creator, 
Who  didst  on  the  waters  move; 

Holy  Ghost,  Regenerator, 
Author  of  all  life  and  love; 

Holy  Ghost,  Illuminator, 

Who  didst  then  with  fire  baptize; 

Holy  Ghost,  great  Renovator, 
Come,  the  world  evangelize. 

4  With  the  kneeling  congregation, 
Thou  art  in  the  House  of  Prayer; 

Laver  of  regeneration 
Is  o'ershadowed  by  Thee  there; 


WHITEFIELD.       S.  M. 


Thou  dost  shed  at  Confirmation 
From  Thy  wing  a  gift  of  grace ; 

Eucharistic  celebration 

Has  revealings  of  Thy  face. 

5  Strengthen,  warm,  and  purify  us; 
From  the  bands  of  sin  release; 

Comfort,  counsel,  sanctify  us; 

Give  us  love,  and  joy,  and  peace; 
Patience,  faith,  and  resignation 

Breathe  upon  us  with  Thy  breath ; 
Give  us  heavenly  consolation 

In  the  solemn  hour  of  death. 

6  So  when  earth  with  fruit  aboundeth, 
And  shall  angel-reapers  see, 

And  the  great  Archangel  soundeth 

God's  eternal  Jubilee, 
We  may  join  their  gratulation; 

To  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
And  the  Spirit,  adoration 

Ever  be,  blest  Three  in  One. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 


EDWARD   MILLER. 


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2  Draw  us  with  still  small  voice, 
From  every  sinful  way. 

And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3  By  Thine  inspiring  breath 
Make  every  cloud  of  care, 


And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 

A  smile  of  glory  wear. 
4  O,  fill  Thou  every  heart 

With  love  to  all  our  race! 
Great  Comforter,  to  us  impart 

These  blessings  of  Thy  grace. 

Lydia  *H.  Sigourney,  182U. 


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2  Manifest  Thy  love  for  ever, 

Fence  us  in  on  every  side; 
In  distress  be  our  Reliever, 

Guard  and  teach,  support  and  guide. 
Hear,  oh,  hear  our  supplication, 

Blessed  Spirit!  God  of  peace! 
Rest  upon  this  congregation 

With  the  fulness  of  Thv  grace. 


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Let  us  now  Thine  influence  prove; 
Make  our  hearts  Thy  habitation, 

Shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
From  that  height  that  knows  no  measure, 

As  a  gracious  rain  descend, 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 

We  can  ask  or  God  can  send. 

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WHITSUNTIDE. 


LOWELL    MASON,    CMT. 


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4  'Tis  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
To  sanctify  the  soul, 

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5  Dwell,  therefore,  in  our  hearts, 
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Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee! 

Joseph  Hart,  1759. 


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1  Come,  Holy  Spirit!  come 
With  energy  divine, 

And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  From  the  celestial  hills, 
Light,  life,  and  joy  dispense; 

And  may  I  daily,  hourly,  feel 
Thy  quickening  influence. 

3  Oh!  melt  this  frozen  heart, 
This  stubborn  will  subdue; 

Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

4  The  profit  will  be  mine, 

But  Thine  shall  be  the  praise; 
Cheerful  to  Thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 

Benj.   Beddome,  1770. 


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3  Thy  scepter,  Lord,  extend, 
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WHITSUNTIDE. 


D.  BORTNIANSKI,  1783. 


OLl         KIRKE.     L.  M.  n.  BORTNIA? 


147 


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When  sorrow's  clouds  are  deepening: 
With  Jesus  Christ  Thou  mak'st  us  one, 


3  Best  gift  of  God,  and  man's  true  Friend, 
Into  my  inmost  soul  descend: 

The  mind  of  Jesus  Christ  impart, 
And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  heart. 

4  Teach  me  to  do  my  Father's  will; 
To  lie  beneath  His  guidance  still; 
Lighten  my  mind,  and  oh,  incline 
My  heart  to  make  His  pleasure  mine. 

5  From  spot  and  blemish  make  me  pure, 
My  future  bliss  in  heaven  secure: 
When  lost  in  darkness,  give  me  light, 
And  cheer  me  thro'  death's  dreary  night 

Lavater,  1770.  Trans.  Frances  E.  Cox. 


BRADBURY. 


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5  Baptize  the  nations  far  and  nigh; 
The  triumphs  of  Thy  cross  record; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 
Till  every  kindred  call  Him  Lord. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 


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2  Give  tongues  of  fire,  and  hearts  of  love 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  Thy  coming,  light; 

Confusion,  order  in  Thy  patlj; 
Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might, 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  O  Spirit  of  the  Lord!  prepare 

All  the  round  earth  her  God  to  meet; 
Breathe  Thou  abroad  like  morning  air, 
Till  hearts  of  stone  begin  to  beat. 


1  Come,  Gracious  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above; 

Be  Thou  my  Guardian,  Thou  my  Guide; 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  The  light  of  truth  to  me  display, 

And  make  me  know  and  choose  Thy  way; 
Plant  holy  fear  within  my  heart, 
That  I  from  Thee  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Conduct  me  safe,  conduct  me  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare; 
Lead  me  to  God,  my  final  Rest, 
In  His  enjoyment  to  be  blest. 

4  Lead  me  to  Christ,  the  living  Way, 
Nor  let  me  from  His  pastures  stray : 
Lead  me  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bli66, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

Simon  Browne. 


148 

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WHITSUNTIDE. 


ALETTA.    jrs. 


WILLIAM  B.  BRADBURY,    185S. 


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Day  by  day  our  life  renew, 
Thou  the  Gift  and  Giver  too. 

5  Brood  Thou  o'er  our  nature's  night: 
Kindle  darkness  into  light. 

Spread  Thy  overshadowing  wings: 
Order  from  confusion  springs. 

6  Pain,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  cease; 
Thee  we  taste,  and  all  is  peace; 

Joy  divine  in  Thee  we  prove, 
Light  of  truth,  and  Fire  of  love. 

John  Wesley. 


M.  M.  WELLS. 

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2  God,  the  everlasting  God, 
Makes  with  mortals  His  abode; 

He,  whom  heav'n  cannot  contain, 
Dwelleth  in  the  heart  of  man. 

3  There  He  helps  our  feeble  moans; 
Deepens  our  imperfect  groans; 

Intercedes  in  silence  there ; 
Sighs. th'  unutterable  prayer. 

4  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, 
Lighten  there  Thy  heav'nly  fire  ; 


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Ever  near  Thine  aid  to  lend, 
Leave  us  not  to  doubt  and  fear, 

Groping  on  in  darkness  drear. 
When  the  storms  are  raging  sore, 

Heartsgrowfaint,andhopesgiveo'er, 
Whisp'ring  softly,  wand'rer,  come, 

Follow  Me,  I'll  guide  thee  home. 


3  When  our  days  of  toil  shall  cease, 

Waiting  still  for  sweet  release, 
Nothing  left  but  heav'n  and  prayer, 

Wond'ring  if  our  names  were  there,. 
Wading  deep  the  dismal  flood, 

Pleading  nought  but  Jesus'  blood, 
Whisp'ring  softly,  wand'rer,  come, 

Follow  Me, I'll  guide  thee  home. 


WHITSUNTIDE. 


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As  Thou  didst  ascend  to  heaven ; 
By  the  cloud  of  living  light 
That  received  Thee  out  of  sight; 

King  of  glory,  hear  our  cry;  &c. 

3  By  that  rushing  sound  of  might 
Coming  down  from  heaven's  height; 

OOU         ST.  MARTIN.     7s. 


By  the  cloven  tongues  of  flame 
That  on  Thy  apostles  came ; 

King  of  glory,  hear  our  cry;  &c. 

4  Only  Victim  we  can  plead, 
Great  High  Priest  to  intercede, 
Showing  that  which  can  alone 
For  the  sin  of  man  atone; 

Lamb  of  God,  oh,  hear  our  cry;  &c. 

5  In  the  dreadful  judgment-day, 
When  the  world  shall  pass  away; 
Be  the  merciful  decree 

That  our  Friend  the  Judge  shall  be: 
King  of  glory,  hear  our  cry;  &c. 

Frederick  W.  Faber. 

OLD  FRENCH  MELODY. 


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Set  the  burdened  sinner  free; 


Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  His  precious  blood. 
Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart; 
Breathe  Thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  Thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord,  for  ever  Thine.  Amen. 

John  Stocker,  1776. 


150 

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Fond  of  these  trifling  toys; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

$  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord!  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor,  dying  rate? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  Thee, 
And  Thine  to  us  so  great? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

Isaac  Watts. 


332 

1  Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayer, 

And  make  our  hearts  Thy  home;    • 
Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  power; 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come! 

2  Come  as  the  light,  to  us  reveal 

Our  sinfulness  and  woe, 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 
Where  all  the  righteous  go. 

3  Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts, 

Like  sacrificial  flame; 
Let  our  whole  soul  an  offering  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  name. 

4  Come  as  the  wind,  with  rushing  sound* 

With  Pentecostal  grace ; 
And  make  the  great  salvation  known 
Wide  as  the  human  race. 

A.  Reed,  mi. 


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Earnest  of  our  bliss  on  high, 
Seal  of  immortality, — 

Comforter  Divine! 
Search  for  us  the  depths  of  God; 
Bear  us  up  the  starry  road, 
To  the  height  of  Thine  abode, 

Comforter  Divine! 


2  We  are  sinful:  cleanse  us,  Lord; 
We  are  faint:  Thy  strength  afford; 
Lost, — until  by  Thee  restored, 

Comforter  Divine! 

3  Like  the  dew,  Thy  peace  distill; 
Guide,  subdue  our  wayward  will, 
Things  of  Christ  unfolding  still, 

Comforter  Divine! 


334 


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151 


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Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around 

the  glassy  sea; 
Cherubim  and  Seraphim  falling  down  before 

Thee, 
Which  wert  and  art  and  evermore  shalt  be. 

3  Holv,  hoi  v,  holy!  though  the  darkness  hide 

Thee, 
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may  not  see: 


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Ill  III 

Only  Thou  art  holy;  there  is  none  beside 

Thee, 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love  and  purity. 

4  Holy,  holy,  holy!  Lord  God  Almighty! 
All  Thy   works   shall  praise   Thy  name,  in 

earth  and  sky  and  sea; 
Holy,  holy,  holy!  merciful  and  mighty! 
God  in  three  persons,  blessed  Trinity! 

Reginald  Ilcbcr,' 1827. 

ARTHUR  S.   SULLIVAN. 


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From  everlasting  woe: 
And  now  He  lives,  and  now  He  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit  of  all  His  pain-. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 

Immortal  worship  give, 
Whose  new-creating  power 


Makes  the  dead  sinner  live: 
His  work  completes  the  great  design, 
And  fills  the  soul  with  joy  divine. 
4  Almighty  God!  to  Thee 

Be  endless  honors  done, 
The  undivided  Three, 

The  great  and  glorious  One: 
Where  reason  fails,  with  all  herpowers, 
There  faith  prevails,  and  love   adores. 

heme  Watt*. 


152  TEINITY  SUNDAY. 

OOU        BLUMENTHAL.    7s.    D  j.  blumenthal,  1824- 


Arr.  by  h.  p.  main. 


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Called  in  one  high  calling's  hope; 
One  the  Spirit,  whom  we  claim; 
One  the  pure  baptismal  flame; 
One  the  faith,  and  common  Lord; 
One  the  Father  lives  adored, 
Over,  through,  and  in  us  all, 
God  incomprehensible, 


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Rise  eternal  in  our  heart: 
Thou  our  long-sought  Eden  art; 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  to  us  what  Adam  lost! 

Charles  Wesley. 

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Spirits  blest,  before  Thy  throne, 
Speeding  thence  at  Thy  command, 
And  when  Thy  behests  are  done, 
Singing  everlastingly 
To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 
Cherubim  and  Seraphim, 
Veil  their  faces  with  their  wings; 
Eyes  of  angels  are  too  dim 
To  behold  the  King  of  kings, 
While  they  sing  eternally 
To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 


Thee  apostles,  prophets  Thee, 
Thee  the  noble  martyr-band, 
Praise  with  solemn  jubilee, 
Thee  the  Church  in  every  land, 
Singing  everlastingly, 
To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 
In  Thy  name  baptized  are  we, 
With  Thy  blessing  are  dismiss'd; 
And  thrice-holy   chant  to  Thee 
In  the  holy  Eucharist; 
Life  is  one  Doxology 
To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 


338 


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L.  M. 


TRINITY  SUNDAY. 


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2  Behold  to  Thee,  this  festal  day, 
We  meekly  pour  our  thankful  lay; 
Oh,  let  our  work  accepted  be, 

That  sweetest  work  of  praising  Thee. 

3  Three  Persons  praise  we  eyermore, 
One  only  God  our  hearts  adore; 
In  Thy  sure  mercy  ever  kind 
May  we  our  true  protection  find. 

4  O  Trinity!  O  Unity! 

Be  present  as  we  worship  Thee; 
And  with  the  songs  that  angels  sing 
Unite  the  hymns  of  praise  we  bring. 

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1  Father  of  all!  whose  lo\Te  profound 
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To  us  Thy  pard'ning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son!  Incarnate  Word! 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord* 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend: 
To  us  Thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit!  by  wThose  breath 

The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend: 
To  us  Thy  quick'ning  power  extend. 

4  Jehovah,  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 
Mysterious  Godhead!  Three  in  One! 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend: 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend. 


LUTHER,   1530. 


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And  ever  may  Thy  praises  flow 
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All  the  powers  of  heav'n  replying, 

Cherubim  to  Seraphim, 

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Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

God  of  hosts,  be  Thou  adored. 

3  Thee,  the  apostles'  glorious  choir, 
Prophets  ranked  in  goodly  number, 

Martyrs  robed  in  white  attire, 
Praise,  and  never  sleep  nor  slumber; 

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Rolling  through  the  vaulted  skies. 

4  Father!  Thee  the  Church  doth  own, 
Wide  through  every  land  and  nation. 

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5  King,  O  Christ,  ere  time  began 
In  the  Father's  glory  reigning, 

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Neither  birth  nor  death  disdaining, 
Hast  to  all  believers  giv'n 
Entrance  through  the  gate  of  heav'n. 

6  Seated  now  at  God's  right  hand, 
Thou  shalt  come  as  Judge :  before  Thee 

When  the  quick  and  dead  shall  stand, 
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Make  them  with  Thy  saints  to  shine, 
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7  Save  Thy  people,  Lord,  we  pray; 
Bless  Thy  heritage  forever; 

Rule  and  lift  them  up  alway; 

Thee  we  magnify,  and  never 
Cease  to  praise  Thy  holy  name, 

Through  all  ages  still  the  same. 

8  Lord!  this  day,  from  every  ill 
Guard  us  till  the  evening  closes; 

Lord!  have  mercy  on  us  still, 
As  in  Thee  our  hope  reposes; 

All  my  trust  is  stayed  on  Thee, 
Let  me  ne'er  confounded  be.  Ambrose. 

Trans.  Thomas  C.  Porter,  1859. 


JOHN   CHETHAM. 


1.  Hail!  ho-ly,  ho  -  ly,  ho-ly  Lord!  Whom  One  in  Three  we  know;  By    all  Thy  heav'nly  host  adored,  By    all  Thy  Church  below 


2  One  undivided  Trinity, 
With  triumph  we  proclaim; 

Thy  universe  is  full  of  Thee, 
And  speaks  Thy  glorious  name. 


3  Thee,  holy  Father,  we  confess, . 

Thee,  holy  Son,  adore; 
Thee ,  Spirit  of  truth  and  holiness, 

We  worship  evermore. 


TRINITY  SUNDAY.  155 

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4  So  shall  your  Sovereign  enter  in, 
And  new  and  nobler  life  begin; 

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Let  me  Thine  inner  presence  feel, 
Thy  grace  and  love  in  me  reveal. 

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Until  our  glorious  goal  be  won! 

Eternal  praise,  eternal  fame, 

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Creator!  wise  is  Thy  decree. 

3  Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart, 
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4  Three  Persons  equally  divine 

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5  Hail!  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
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4  Glory,  blessing,  praise  eternal! 

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Honor,  riches,  power,  dominion! 

Thus  its  praise  creation  brings: 
Glory!  glory!  glory!  glory! 

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All  its  wealth  is  living  grain; 

Seeds  which  mildew  in  the  garner, 
Scattered,  fill  with  gold  the  plain. 

Is  thy  burden  hard  and  heavy? 
Do  thy  steps  drag  wearily? 

Help  to  bear  thy  brother's  burden, 
God  will  bear  both  it  and  thee. 

3  Numb  and  weary  on  the  mountains, 
Would'st  thou  sleep  amidst  the  snow? 

Chafe  that  frozen  form  beside  thee, 
And  together  both  shall  clow. 


Art  thou  stricken  in  life's  battle? 
.    Many  wounded  round  thee  moan; 
Lavish  on  their  wounds  thy  balsams, 

And  that  balm  shall  heal  thine  own. 
4  Is  the  heart  a  well  left  empty? 

None  but  God  its  void  can  fill; 
Nothing  but  a  ceaseless  Fountain 

Can  its  ceaseless  longings  still. 
Is  the  heart  a  living  power? 

Self-entwined,  its  strength  sinks  low; 

It  can  only  live  in  loving, 

And  by  serving  love  will  grow. 

Elizabeth  Charles. 


346     Continued. 

2  Grant   ua   hearts,  dear  Lord,  to  yield 

Gladly,  freely,  of  Thine  own ;      [Thee 
With  the  sunshine  of  Thy  goodness, 

Melt  our  thankless  hearts  of  stone; 
Till  our  cold  and  selfish  natures, 

Warmed  by  Thee,  at  length  believe, 
That  more  happy  and  more  blessed, 

'Tis  to  give  than  to  receive. 


3  Wondrous  honor  hast  Thou  given 

To  our  humblest  charity, 
In  Thine  own  mysterious  sentence,^ 

"Ye  have  done  it  unto  me:" 
Give  us  faith,  to  trust  Thee  boldly, 

Hope,  to  stay  our  souls  on  Thee: 
But,  oh! — best  of  all  Thy  graces — 

Give  us  Thine  own  charity. 

Eliza  Sibbald  Alderson,  1S68. 


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As  we  are  loved  of  Thee : 

For  none  are  truly  born  of  God 
Who  live  in  enmity. 

3  Heirs  of  the  same  immortal  bliss, 
Our  hopes  and  fears  the  same, 

The  cords  of  love  our  hearts  should  bind. 
The  law  of  love  inflame. 

4  So  shall  the  vain  contentious  world 
Our  peaceful  lives  approve, 

And  wondering  say,  as  they  of  old, 
"  See  how  the  christians  love." 

Thomas  OotteriU. 

349 

1  Father  of  mercies,  send  Thy  grace 
All  powerful  from  above, 

To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  Thy  love. 

2  Oh,  may  our  sympathizing  breast 
That  generous  pleasure  know, . 

Freely  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe. 

3  Whene'er  the  helpless  sons  of  grief 
In  low  distress  are  laid, 

Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  looked  on  dying  men, 
Enthroned  above  the  skies; 


And  when  He  saw  their  lost  estate 
Felt  His  compassion  rise. 

5  Since  Christ,  to  save  our  guilty  souls, 

On  wings  of  mercy  flew, 
We,  whom  the  Saviour  thus  hath  loved, 

Should  love  each  other  too. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1114). 

350 

1  Do  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see; 

And  turn  the  dearest  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 

2  Is  not  Thy  name  melodious  still 
To  mine  attentive  ear? 

Doth   not    each  pulse  with  pleasure 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear?  [bound, 

3  Hast  Thou  a  lamb  in  all  Thy  flock 
I  would  disdain  to  feed? 

Hast  Thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  Thy  cause  to  plead? 

4  Would  not  my  heart  pour    forth  its 
In  honor  of  Thy  name?  [blood 

And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  the  immortal  flame? 

5  Thou  know'st  I  love  Thee,  dearest 
But  Oh,  I  long  to  soar  [Lord; 

Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  Thee  more. 

Philip  Doddridge,  171,0. 


TRINITY  SEASON— LOVE. 


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THOMAS  HASTINGS,  1837. 


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Fairer  is  He  than  all  the  fair 
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3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress ; 
He  flew  to  my  relief: 

For  me  He  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all 'my  grief. 

4  To  Him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 
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And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

6  Since  from  His  bounty  I  receive 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 

Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
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For  me  didst  bear  the  nails,  and  spear, 
And  manifold  disgrace, 

3  And  griefs  and  torments  numberless, 
And  sweat  of  agony; 


Yea,  death  itself;  and  all  for  me 
Who  wras  Thine  enemy. 

4  Then  why,  O  blessed  Jesus  Christ, 
Should  I  not  love  Thee  well? 

Not  for  the  hope  of  winning  heaven, 
Nor  of  escaping  hell; 

5  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught, 
Not  seeking  a  reward; 

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O  ever-loving  Lord. 

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And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing; 

Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  Eternal  King. 

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Though  I  shrink  not  from  the  grave, 

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Till  by  love  the  work  be  crowned, 
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Come,  Thou  Spirit  of  pure  love, 
Who  didst  forth  from  God  proceed, 

Never  from  my  heart  remove; 
Let  me  all  Thy  impulse  heed ; 

Let  my  heart  henceforward  be 

Moved,  controlled,  inspired  by  Thee. 

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T.  E.  PERK7XS. 

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Sought  peace  and  rest; 
Now  Thee  alone  I  seek, 

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This  all  my  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 
More  love  to  Thee. 


Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 

Send  grief  and  pain; 
Sweet  are  Thy  messengers, 

Sweet  their  refrain, 
When  they  can  sing  with  me, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee. 

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Whisper  Thy  praise; 
This  be  the  parting  cry 

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This  still  its  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee. 

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Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears; 

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Canceled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas!  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin, 
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Stop,  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome  all,  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  the  Saviour's  breast; 
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Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  He  subdued  the  infernal  powers, 
Those  tremendous  foes  of  ours, 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove; 
Mighty  in  redefining  love. 

7  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  tuneful  string; 
Mortals,  join  the  hosts  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

(\\\  M.  Madan. 


356 

1  Everlasting  arms  of  love 
Are  beneath,  around,  above: 
He  who  left  His  throne  of  light, 
And  unnumbered  angels  bright; 

2  He  who  on  the  accursed  tree 
Gave  His  precious  life  for  me — 
He  it  is  that  bears  me  on, 

His  the  arm  I  lean  upon. 

3  He  who  now,  enthroned  above, 
Still  retains  His  heart  of  love, 
Marking  still  each  falling  tear 
Of  His  burdened  pilgrims  here; 

4  He  who  wields  creation's  rod, 
He,  my  Brother,  yet  my  God; 
Faithful  He,  whate'er  betide, 
Is  my  everlasting  Guide. 

5  All  things  hasten  to  decay, 
Earth  and  seas  will  pass  away: 
Soon  will  yonder  circling  sun 
Cease  his  blazing  course  to  run. 

6  Scenes  will  vary,  friends  grow  strange, 
But  the  Changeless  cannot  change: 
Gladly  will  I  journey  on, 

With  His  arm  to  lean  upon. 

T.  R.  Macduff. 


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With  one  accord  to  sing  Thy  grace, 
Besieging  Thine  attentive  ear 
With  all  the  force  of  fervent  prayer. 

3  Oh!  may  we  love  the  house  of  God, 
Of  peace  and  joy  the  blest  abode; 
Oh!  may  no  angry  strife  destroy 
That  sacred  peace,  that  holy  joy. 

4  The  world  without  may  rage,  but  we 
Will  only  cling  more  close  to  Thee, 
With  hearts  to  Thee  more  wholly  giv'n, 
More  weaned  from  earth,  more  fixed  on 

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5  Lord,  shower  upon  us  from  above 
The  sacred  gift  of  mutual  love; 
Each  other's  wants  may  we  supply, 
And  reign  together  in  the  sky. 

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358 

1  Jesus,  most  merciful  and  kind, 
Beloved  and  loving,  both  combined; 

OOU        WILMOT.     8s  &  7s. 


Jesus,  Thou  good  and  gracious  One! 
Of  Mary  and  of  God,  the  Son. 

2  Who  can  conceive,  or  who  record, 
What  bliss  it  is  to  love  Thee,  Lord! 
To  dwell  in  humble  faith  with  Thee 
Is  boundless,  full  felicity. 

3  Let  saints  below  and  saints  above 
Show  forth  Thy  faithful,  endless  love; 
And  know  the  joy  Thy  people  see, 
Who  suffer  and  who  weep  with  Thee. 

4  Infinite  Majesty  above! 

Our  Hope,  our  Life,  our  Joy  and  Love; 
Thy  fulness,  Jesus,  let  us  see, 
And  evermore  abide  in  Thee. 

5  Thus,  seeing  and  enjoying  Thee, 

In  earth  and  heav'n  our  joy  shall  be; 
And  grateful  praise  to  Thee  be  giv'n, 
Through  all  the  blissful  life  of  heav'n. 

CARL  MARIA   VON  WEBER. 


God  is  love;  His  mer  -  cy  brightens  All  the  path  in  which  we  rove;  Bliss  He  wakes  and  woe  He  lightens;God  is  wisdom,God  is  love. 


2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever; 
Man  decays,  and  ages  move; 

But  His  mercy  waneth  never; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth, 
Will  His  changeless  goodness  prove; 


From  the  gloom  His  brightness  streameth ; 

God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 
4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above; 
Everywhere  His  glory  shineth ; 

God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love.  j.  Bowing. 


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Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  "We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 
Ami  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  "When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way; 
"While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free; 
And  perfect  love,  and  friendship,  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 


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We  give  Thee  but  Thine  own, 

Whate'er  the  gift  may  be: 
All  that  we  have  is  Thine  alone, 

A  trust,  O  Lord,  from  Thee. 
May  we  Thy  bounties  thus, 

As  stewards  true,  receive, 
And  gladly,  as  Thou  blessest  us, 

To  Thee  our  first-fruits  give. 
To  comfort  and  to  bless, 

To  find  a  balm  for  woe, 
To  tend  the  lone  and  fatherless 

Is  angel's  work  below. 
The  captive  to  release, 

To  God  the  lost  to  bring, 
To  teach  the  way  of  life  and  peace — 

It  is  a  Christ-like  thing. 
And  we  believe  Thy  word, 

Though  dim  our  faith  may  be; 
Whate'er  for  Thine  we  do,  O  Lord, 

We  do  it  unto  Thee. 

W.    W.  Haw,  1851,. 
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They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
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Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heav'n  appears. 

Oh,  glorious  seat,  when  God,  our  King, 

Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet. 

Isaac  WcUU,  1719. 


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And  make  the  dying  live. 

3  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain. 

4  It  shows  the  precious  promise  sealed 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood: 
And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

5  There — there  unshaken  would  I  rest, 

Till  this  frail  body  dies, 
And  then, on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 
To  endless  glory  rise. 

D.  Turner. 
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364 

1  Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence 

Of  things  beyond  our  sight, 
Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  flesh  and 
And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light,    [sense 

2  It  sets  times  past  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith,  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word: 
Abram  to  unknown  countries  led 
By  faith,  obeyed  the  Lord. 

4  He  sought  a  city  fair  and  high, 

Built  by  th'  eternal  hands; 
And  faith  assures  us,  though  we  die, 
That  heavn'ly  building  stands. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

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I  shall  also  be  with  Him, 

Ever  living,  ever  reigning. 
God  has  promised;  be  it  must: 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

3  Jesus  lives,  and  God  extends 

Grace  to  each  returning  sinner; 
Rebels  He  receives  as  friends, 

And  exalts  to  highest  honor. 
God  is  true  as  He  is  just; 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

4  Jesus  lives,  and  by  His  grace, 

Victory  o'er  my  passions  giving, 
I  will  cleanse  my  heart  and  ways, 
Ever  to  His  glory  living. 


The  weak  He  raises  from  the  dust: 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

5  Jesus  lives,  and  I  am  sure 

Naught  shall  e'er  from  Jesus  sever: 
Satan's  wiles  and  Satan's  power, 

Pain  or  pleasure,  ye  shall  never! 
Christian  armor  can  not  rust: 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

6  Jesus  lives,  and  death  is  now 

But  my  entrance  into  glory. 
Courage!  then,  my  soul,  for  thou 

Hast  a  crown  of  life  before  thee; 
Thou  shalt  find  thy  hopes  were  just — 
Jesus  is  the  Christian's  Trust. 

C.  F.  Qellert. 


365     Continued. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame,   A   But  what  to  those  who  find?  ah!  this 
Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind! 


3  Oh,  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 
Oh,  joy  of  allthemeek, 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  artt 
How  good  to  those  who  seek! 


Nor  tongue,  nor  pen  can  show: 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is, 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 


5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 
As  Thou  our  prize  wilt  be: 
Jesus,  be  Thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 


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In  darkness  feels  no  doubt; — 

4  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heav'nly  ray 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed! 

5  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste,   e'en  here,  the  hallowed 
Of  an  eternal  home.  [bliss 

W.  H.  Bathurst. 

369 

1  Lord,  I  believe;  Thy  power  I  own, 

Thy  word  I  would  obey; 
I  wander  comfortless  and  lone, 
When  from  Thy  truth  I  stray. 

2  Lord,  I  believe;  but  gloomy  fears 

Sometimes  bedim  my  sight; 
I  look  to  Thee  with  prayers  and  tears, 
And  cry  for  strength  and  light. 

3  Lord,  I  believe;  but  oft  I  know 

My  faith  is  cold  and  weak; 
My  weakness  strengthen ,  and  bestow 
The  confidence  I  seek! 

4  Yes!  I  believe;  and  only  Thou 

Canst  give  my  soul  relief; 
Lord,  to  Thy  truth  my  spirit  bow; 
"  Help  Thou  mine  unbelief!" 

J.  B.  Wreford. 


2  Angelic  faces  we  shall  see, 

Angelic  wings  o'erspread 
Above  Thy  holy  altar,  Lord, 
And  Thee,  the  living  Bread. 

3  And  we  shall  hear  angelic  harps, 

And  heav'nly  minstrelsy, 
When  one  repenting  sinner  turns 
With  contrite  heart  to  Thee. 

4  And  when  we  seethedeep'ning  calm. 

And  watch  the  quiv'ring  breath 
That  trembles  on  the  lips  in  prayer 
Of  holy  saints  in  death ; 

5  Then  angel-ministers  will  be 

Unveiled  to  our  eyes, 
Waiting  to  waft  the  faithful  soul 
In  peace  to  Paradise. 

6  Oh,  give  us  grace  as  angels  here 

To  live  in  holy  love; 
That  the  last  trump  may  summon  us 
To  bliss  with  them  above. 

Christopher  Wordsworth, 

368 

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Though  pressed  by  every  foe; 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe! — 

2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chast'ning  rod, 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 
Will  lean  upon  its  God; — 


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5  Some  cordial  from  His  word  He  brings, 
Whene'er  my  feeble  spirit  faints; 

At  once  my  soul  revives  and  sings, 
And  yields  no  more  to  sad  complaints. 

6  I  pity  all  that  worldlings  talk 

Of  pleasures  that  will  quickly  end; 
Be  this  my  choice,  O  Lord!  to  walk 
With  Thee,  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  ray 
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That  we  may  conquer  in  Thy  name; 
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4  Unequal  to  the  conflict,  Lord, 

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On  Thine  almighty  arm  we  fall, 
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3  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

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Thy  bounteous  goodness  see; 
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Estrange  my  heart  from  Thee; 
In  every  changing  scene  of  life, 

Whate'er  that  scene  may  be, 
Give  me  a  meek  and  humble  mind, 

A  mind  at  peace  with  Thee. 

3  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 

Each  bright,  each  clouded  scene, 
Give  me  a  meek  and  humble  mind, 

Still  equal  and  serene. 
Then  I  may  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

Free  from  distracting  care; 
For  death  is  life,  and  labor  rest, 

If  Thou  art  with  me  there. 

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Then,  in  believing,  peace  I  found, 
And  now  I  live,  I  live. 

5  All  that  I  am,  e'en  here  on  earth, 

All  that  I  hope  to  be, 
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I  owe  it,  Lord!  to  Thee. 

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That  I  may  long  obey; 
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Thy  blessed  face  to  see;  [meet 

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What  will  Thy  glory  be? 

5  Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

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6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small; 

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And  I  shall  be  with  Him. 

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3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

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The  victories  of  my  King! 
My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell,, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  sing. 

6  My  tongue  shall  all  the  day   proclaim 

M}^  Saviour,  and  my  God, 
His  death  hath  brought  my  foes  to 
And  saved  me  by  His  blood,  [shame, 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers, 

With  this  delightful  song 
I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 

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I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand; 
Upheld  by  my  gracious,  omnipotent  hand. 

3  "  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  trials  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  "  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply; 
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Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  "  E'en  down  to  old  age  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 

And  then,  when  gray  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

6  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake!" 

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The  Father  smiles  again; 
'Tis  by  Thy  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men, 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find: 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 


4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy,  begins: 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear; 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom   boast, 
I  love  the  incarnate  Mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

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3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
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5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away; 
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Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

6  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 

Be  Thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

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My  dawning  is  begun; 
He  is  my  soul's  bright  Morning  Star, 
And  He  my  rising  Sun. 


3  The  opening  heav'ns  around  me  shine, 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers — I  am  His. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

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And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

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382 

1  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of 

In  trouble  and  in  joy,  [life, 

The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Oh,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  His  name; 
When  in  distress  to  Him  I  called, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

3  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just; 
Deliv'rance  He  affords  to  all 

Who  on  His  succor  trust. 


4  Oh,  make  but  trial  of  His  love, 

Experience  will  decide 
How  bless'd  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  His  truth  confide. 

5  Fear  Him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear; 

Make  you  His  service  your  delight, 

Your  wants  shall  be  His  care. 

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383 

1  When  waves  of  trouble  round  me  swell. 

My  soul  is  not  dismayed; 
I  hear  a  voice  I  know  full  well: 
"  Tis  I;  be  not  afraid. " 

2  When   black  the    threat'ning  clouds 

And  storms  my  path  invade,  [appear, 
That  voice  shall  calm  each  rising  fear: 
"'Tis  I;  be  not  afraid." 

3  There  is  a  gulf  that  must  be  crossed: 

Saviour,  be  near  to  aid; 
Whisper,  when  my  frail  bark  is  tossed, 
"Tis  I;  be  not  afraid.  " 

4  There  is  a  dark  and  fearful  vale, — 

Death  hides  within  its  shade; 
Oh,  say,  when  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
"'Tis  I;  be  not  afraid." 

•  Charlotte  Elliott. 


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I  know  Thee  good — I  know  Thee  just; 
And  count  Thy  choice  the  best. 

3  Whate'er  events  betide, 

Thy  will  they  all  perform; 
Safe  in  Thy  breast  my  head  I  hide, 
Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

4  Let  good  or  ill  befall, 

It  must  be  good  for  me; 
Secure  of  having  Thee  in  all, 
Of  having  all  in  Thee. 

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1  Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 
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To  His  sure  truth  and  tender  care 
Who  earth  and  heaven  commands; 


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Whom  winds  and  seas  obey; 
He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

3  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 

So  safe  thou  shalt  go  on: 
Fix  on  His  word  thy  steadfast  eye, 
So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 

4  No  profit  canst  thou  gain 

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To  Him  commend  thy  cause:  His  ear 
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5  Thy  everlasting  truth, 

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To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  siu  I  would  not  do; 

Still  He,  who  felt  temptation's  power, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  what  was  once  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me,  for  a  little  while; 

Thou,  Saviour, raark'st  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  Thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

4  And  oh,  when  I  have  safely  passed 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed,  for  Thou  hast  died; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

Robert  Grant,  1806. 

388 

1  As  oft  with  worn  and  weary  feet, 
We  tread  earth's  rugged  valley  o'er, 


The  thought,  how  comforting  and  sweet, 

Christ  trod  this  very  path  before! 
Our  wants  and  weaknesses  he  knows, 
From  life's  first  dawning  till  its  close. 

2  Do  sickness,  feebleness  or  pain 
Or  sorrow  in  our  path  appear, 

The  recollection  will  remain, 

More  deeply  did  He  suffer  here: 
His  life,  how  truly  sad  and  brief, 
Filled  up  with  suffering  and  with  grief! 

3  If  Satan  tempt  our  hearts  to  stray, 
And  whisper  evil  things  within, 

So  did  he  in  the  desert  way 

Assail  our  Lord  with  thoughts  of  sin, 
When  worn  and  in  a  feeble  hour 
The  tempter  came  with  all  his  power. 

4  Just  such  as  I,  this  earth  He  trod, 
With  every  human  ill  but  sin; 

And  though  indeed  the  Son  of  God, 

As  I  am  now,  so  He  has  been. 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me 
With  pity,  love  and  sympathy. 

James  Edmeston,  181,7. 


386     Continued. 

2  "  My  times  are  in  Thy  hand;  " 

Whatever  they  may  be; 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 
As  best  may  seem  to  Thee. 

3  M  My  timers  are  in  Thy  hand;  " 

Why  should  I  doubt  or  fear? 


My  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 

"  My  times  are  in  Thy  hand;" 
I'll  always  trust  in  Thee; 

Till  I  possess  the  promised  land, 
And  all  Thy  glory  see. 

William  F.  Lloyd,  18S6. 


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Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 
6  Oh,  may  Thy  grace  on  us  bestow, 
The  Father  and  the  Son  to  know, 
And  Thee  through  endless  time  confessed 
Of  Both  the  eternal  Spirit  blest. 


Charlemagne.    Trans,  by  E.  Caswall. 


2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee  we  cry : 
Oh,  highest  gift  of  God  most  highl 
Oh,  Fount  of  life!  Oh,  Fire  of  love! 
Anointing  Spirit  from  above! 

3  Thou  in  Thy  bounteous  gifts  art  known; 
Thee,  Finger  of  God's  hand,  we  own; 
The  promise  of  the  Father  Thou! 

Our  tongues  with  truth  and  power  endow. 

4  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 

And  make  our  heart's  o'erfiow  with  love 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

5  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  Thy  true  peace  instead; 


391 


ORLAND. 


Health  of  the  weak,  to  make  them  strong! 

Kefuge  of  sinners,  and  their  song! 

Comfort  of  each  afflicted  breast! 

Haven  of  hope  in  realms  of  rest! 

Lord  of  patriarchs  gone  before! 

Light  of  the  prophets  learned  lore! 

Deign  from  Thy  throne  to  look  on  me, 

And  hear  my  lowly  Litany. 

Lead  me,  O  Spirt,  to  the  Son, 

To  taste  and  feel  what  He  has  done : 

To  lay  me  low  before  His  cross, 

And  reckon  all  besides  as  dross. 

To  speak,  and  think,  and  will,  and  move, 

And  love,  as  Thou  would'st  have  me  love: 

Oh,  look  upon  this  bended  knee, 

And  hear  my  heart's  own  Litany. 

Matthew  Bridges, 


WM.   ARNOLD,   1791. 


2  That  I  Thy  mercy  may  proclaim, 
That  all  mankind  Thy  truth  may  see; 

Hallow  Thy  great  and  glorious  name, 
And  perfect  holiness  in  me. 

3  Purge  me  from  every  sinful  blot, 
My  idols  all  be  cast  aside, 


Cleanse  me  from  every  sinful  thought, 
From  all  the  filth  of  self  and  pride. 

4  Give  me  a  new,  a  perfect  heart, 

From  doubt,  and  fear,  and  sorrow  free; 

The  mind  which  wa3  in  Christ  impart, 
And  let  my  Spirit  cleave  to  Thee. 


TRINITY  SEASON— TRUST. 


2  From  the  sword,  at  noon-day  wasting, 

From  the  noisome  pestilence, 
In  the  depth  of  midnight,  blasting, 

God  shall  be  thy  sure  defense: 
Fear  not  thou  the  deadly  quiver, 

When  a  thousand  feel  the  blow; 
Mercy  shall  thy  soul  deliver, 

Though  ten  thousand  be  laid  low. 

393 


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H.  M. 


3  Since,  with  pure  and  firm  affection, 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 
With  the  wings  of  His  protection, 

He  will  shield  thee  from  above; 
Thou  shalt  call  on  Him  in  trouble, 

He  will  hearken,  He  will  save; 
Here,  for  grief  reward  thee  double, 

Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

James  Montgomery. 

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OtJO        PENTONVILLE.     S.  M. 


Sing,  on  your  heav'nly  way, 
Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ  the  eternal  King. 

Soon  shall  ye  hear  Him  say, 
"  Ye  blessed  children,  come." 

Soon  will  He  call  you  hence  away 
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5  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

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TRINITY  SEASON— ASSURANCE. 

O  t/O        GOLDEN  HILL.      S.  M. 


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1  Hark!  through  the  courts  of  heav'n 

Voices  of  augels  sound, 
"He  that  was  dead  now  lives  again, 
He  that  was  lost  is  found!" 

2  God  of  unfailing  grace, 

Send  down  Thy  Spirit  now, 
Raise  the  dejected  soul  to  hope, 
And  make  the  lofty  bow. 

3  In  countries  far  from  home, 

On  earthly  husks  we  feed; 
Back  to  our  Father's  home,  O  Lord, 
Our  wand'ring  footsteps  lead. 

4  Then  at  each  soul's  return 

The  heav'nly  harp  shall  sound, 
"He  that  was  dead  now  lives  again, 
He  that  was  lost  is  found!" 

Henry  Alford,  18UU. 

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With  ever-growing  zeal; 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
Oh  let  them  ne'er  prevail. 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  Thee,  our  Head; 
Shall  form  u*to  Thine  image  bright, 
And  teach  Thy  paths  to  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 

From  these  abodes  of  clay: 
But  love  shall  keep  us  near  Thy  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear? 
If  He  in  heaven  has  fixed  His  throne. 
He'll  fix  His  members  there. 

P.  Doddridge. 
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Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 

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Like  Thee,  O  Lord,  to  grieve 
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Was  His  divine  employ. 

3  Lowly  in  heart,  to  all  His  friends 

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4  'Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  He  stood, 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  His  life; 
He  labored  for  their  good. 

5  To  God  He  left  His  righteous  cause, 

And  still  His  task  pursued; 
While  humble  prayer  and  holy  faith 
His  fainting  strength  renew' d. 

6  In  the  last  hours  of  deep  distress, 

Before  His  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned  He  bowed, and  saidt 
"Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done!" 

7  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide, 

His  image  may  we  bear : 
Oh,  may  we  tread  His  holy  steps, 
His  ioy  and  glory  share. 

W.  Enfield,  1772. 


TRINITY  SEASON— ASSURANCE. 

4:01        BALERMA.     C.  M. 


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1.  Lord  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee,  And  plead  to  be  forgiv'o,  So  let  Thy  life  our  pattern  be,  And  form  our  souls  for  heav'i. 


2  Help  us,  through  good  report,  aud  ill, 

Our  daily  cross  to  bear, 
Like  Thee,  to  do  our  Father's  will, 
Our  brethren's  griefs  to  share. 

3  Let  grace  our  selfishness  expel, 

Our  earthliness  refine, 
And  kindness  in  our  bosoms  dwell, 
As  free  and  true  as  Thine. 

4  If  joy  shall  at  Thy  bidding  fly, 

And  grief's  dark  day  come  on, 
We,  in  our  turn,  would  meekly  cry 
Father!  Thy  will  be  done! 

5  Should  friends  misjudge, or  foes  defame, 

Or  brethren  faithless  prove, 
Then,  like  Thine  own,  be  all  our  aim 
To  conquer  them  by  love. 

6  Kept  peaceful  in  the  midst  of  strife, 

Forgiving  and  forgiven, 
Oh,  may  we  lead  the  pilgrim's  life, 
And  follow  Thee  to  heaven. 

John  Hampden  Gurney. 

402 

1  Sovereign  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Allowr  my  humble  claim; 
Nor,  while  a  worm  would  raise  its  head, 
Disdain  a  Father's  name. 

2  My  Father,  God!  how  sweet  the  sound! 

How  tender,  and  how  dear! 

404:       NAOMI,    c.  M. 


Not  all  the  harmony  of  heav'n 
Could  so  delight  the  ear. 

3  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 

On  my  expanding  heart, 
And  show  that  in  Jehovah's  grace 
I  share  a  filial  part. 

4  Cheered  by  a  signal  so  divine, 

Unwav'ring,  I  believe; 
And  Abba,  Father,  humbly  cry, 
Nor  can  the  sign  deceive. 

P.  Doddridge. 

403 

1  Lord,  like  the  publican  I  stand, 

And  lift  my  heart  to  Thee; 
Thypard'ninggrace,  O  God, command; 
Be  merciful  to  me. 

2  I  smite  upon  my  anxious  breast, 

O'erwhelmed  with  agony! 
Oh,  save  my  soul  by  sin  oppressed; 
Be  merciful  to  me. 

3  My  guilt,  my  shame,  I  all  confess, 

I  have  no  hope  nor  plea 
But  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness; 
Be  merciful  to  me. 

4  Here  at  Thy  cross  I  still  would  wait, 

Nor  from  its  shelter  flee, 
Till  Thou,  O  God,  in  mercy  great, 
Art  merciful  to  me. 

T.  Baffles, 


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Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 
From  every  murmur  free; 

The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart 
And  let  me  live  to  Thee. 


Let  the  sweethope,  that  Thou  artmine, 

My  path  of  life  attend; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shiue, 

And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


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The  great  congregation  His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God,  who  sits  on  the  throne, 
Let  all  cry  aloud  and  honor  the  Son; 
The  praises  of  Jesus  the  angels  proclaim, 

Fall  down  on  their  faces  and  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore  and  give  Him  His  right, 
All  glory,  and  power,  and  wisdom  and  might; 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing,  and  infinite  love. 

C.  Wesley,  17  hh. 

406 

1  Oh,  worship  the  King,  all-glorious  above, 
And  gratefully  sing  His  power  and  His  love; 
Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  Ancient  of  days, 
Pavilioned  in  splendor,  and  girded  with  praise. 

2  Oh,  tell  of  His  might,  oh,  sing  of  His  grace, 
Whose  robe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy  space; 

His  chariots  of  wrath  the  deep  thunder-clouds  form, 
And  dark  is  His  path  on  the  wings  of  the  storm. 

3  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
In  Thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  Thee  to  fail; 
Thy  mercies  how  tender!    how  firm  to  the  end! 
Our  Maker,  Defender,  Redeemer  and  Friend. 

4  Oh  measureless  might,  ineffable  Love, 
While  angels  delight  to  hymn  Thee  above, 
The  humbler  creation,  though  feeble  their  lays, 
With  true  adoration  shall  sing  to  Thy  praise. 

R.  Grant,  1880. 


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Oh  may  my  love  to  Thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

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While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  guide; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
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Blest  Saviour!  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove; 
Oh,  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul! 

Pay  Palmer,  1830. 


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Wretched  wand'rer,  far  astray;   [thee, 
Found  thee  lost,  and   kindly  brought 
From  the  paths  of  death  away;     [thee 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 
Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 
Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 


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Low  before  Thy  footstool  kneeling, 
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And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 
Let  my  life  show  forth  Thy  praise. 

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2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
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From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
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4  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life 

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The  glorious  theme  renew. 

5  Through  all  eternity,  to  Thee 

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To  utter  all  Thy  praise! 

J.  Addison,  1712, 

410 

1  My  God,  how  wonderful  Thou  art, 

Thy  majesty  how  bright; 
How  beautiful  Thy  mercy-seat, 
In  depths  of  burning  light. 

2  How  dread  are  Thine  eternal  years, 

O  everlasting  Lord; 
By  saints  and  angels  day  and  night 
Incessantly  adored. 

3  Oh,  how  I  fear  Thee,  living  God, 

With  deepest,  tend'rest  fears; 
And  worship  Thee  with  trembling  hope, 
And  penitential  tears. 


4  Yet  I  may  love  Thee  too,  O  Lord, 

Almighty  as  Thou  art, 
For  Thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

5  No  earthly  father  loves  like  Thee, 

No  mother,  e'er  so  mild, 
Bears  and  forbears  as  Thou  hast  done 
AVith  me  Thy  sinful  child. 

6  Father  of  Jesus,  love's  Reward! 

What  rapture  will  it  be 
Prostrate  before  Thy  throne  to  lie 
And  gaze,  and  gaze  on  Thee? 

Frederick  W.  Faber,  181,9. 

411 

1  Father,  'tis  Thine  each  day  to  yield 

Our  wants  a  fresh  supply; 
Thou  cloth 'st  the  lilies  of  the  field, 
And  hear'st  the  ravens  cry: 

2  Thy  love  in  all  Thy  works  we  see; 

Thy  promise,  Lord,  we  plead; 
And  humbly  cast  our  care  on  Thee, 
Who  knowest  all  our  need. 

3  Let  not  the  world  engage  our  love, 

Nor  cares  our  bosoms  fill ; 
But  fix  our  heart  on  things  above, 
That  we  may  do  Thy  will. 

4  The  comfort  of  Thy  light  bestow; 

Our  faith  and  hope  increase; 

And  let  us  in  Thy  presence  know 

Contentment,  joy,  and  peace. 

«  Edward  Osier. 


412 


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Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Light, 

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Beneath  Thy  cross  I  fall; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  All! 

Anne  Steele. 

414 

1  Jesus,  we  sing  Thy  matchless  grace 

That  calls  us  as  Thine  own; 
Give  us  among  Thy  saints  a  place 
To  make  Thy  glories  known! 

2  Allied  to  Thee,  our  vital  Head, 

We  live,  and  grow,  and  thrive; 
From  Thee  divided,  each  is  dead, 
"When  most  he  seems  alive. 

3  Thy  saints  on  earth,  and  those  above, 

Here  join  in  one  accord; 
One  body  all  in  mutual  love, 
And  Thou  the  common  Lord. 

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3  The  Almighty  Former  of  the  skies, 

Stooped  to  our  vile  abode: 
While  angels  viewed  with  wondering 
And  hailed  the  incarnate  God.  [eyes, 

4  Oh,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  Thee  mine; 
I  can  not  wish  for  more. 


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Foretold  and  fixed  for  this  display, 
Our  great  deliv'rance  to  obtain, 
Thou  didst  our  nature  not  disdain. 

3  At  God's  right  hand, now, Lord, Thou'rt 

placed, 
And  with  Thy  Father's  glory  graced, 
True  God  and  Man,  in  person  One; 
A  Judge  to  pass  our  final  doom. 

4  From  day  to  day,  O  Lord,  do  we 
On  high  exalt  and  honor  Thee; 
Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  for  evermore. 

416 

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The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 

417 


Jesus  the  Lord;  how  heavenly  fair 
His  form!  how  bright  His  beauties  are! 

O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race, 
He  shines  with  a  superior  grace; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blessings  all  His  state  compose. 

Dress  Thee  in  arms,  most  mighty  Lordf 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  Thy  sword! 
In  majesty  and  glory  ride, 
With  truth  and  meekness  at  Thy  side* 

Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  stubborn  heart; 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  sweet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  Thy  feet. 

Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  stands; 
Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  Thy  hands; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right,. 
Justice  and  grace  are  Thy  delight. 

O  God,  Thy  God  has  richly  shed 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  Thy  head, 
And  with  His  sacred  Spirit,  blest 
The  eternal  Son  above  the  rest. 


EL  PARAN 


LOWELL  MASON. 


2  Wisdom,  and  power,  and  love  divine, 
In  all  His  works,  unrivaled,  shine, 


And  force  the  wondering  world  to  tell 
That  He  alone  did  all  things  wTell. 
Howe'er  mysterious  are  His  ways, 
Or  dark  or  sorrowful  my  days; 
And  though  my  spirit  oft  rebel, 
I  know  He  still  doth  all  things  well. 
And  when  I  stand  before  His  throne, 
And  all  His  ways  are  fully  known, 
This  note  in  sweetest  strains  shall  swell, 
That  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 
Samuel  Medley, 


418 


TRINITY  SEASON— DEVOTION. 


187 


HYATT.     L.  M. 


J.    R.   SWKNKY. 


1.  My  dear     Re  -  deem  -  er      and   my    Lord!  1  read  my  du-ty    in      Thy  word;  But   in  Thy  life  the  law   ap 


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2  Such  was  Thy  truth, and  such  Thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  Thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love  and  meekness,  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  Thy  prayer; 
The  desert  Thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  Thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  Thou  my  pattern;  make  me  bear 
More  of  Thy  gracious  image  here; 
Then  God, the  Judge  shall  own  my  name, 
Amongst  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  WatU,  1709, 


420 


CLARENDON  C.  M. 

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1  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
|      The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God; 

When  His  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride; 
While  justice  temperance,  truth,  and 
Our  inward  piety  approve.  [love, 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
AVhile  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, — 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  His  word. 

Isaac  Walls,  1709. 


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Celestial  sweetness  unalloyed! 

Who  eat  Thee,  hunger  still; 
Who  drink  of  Thee  still  feel  a  void, 

Which  nought  but  Thou  can  fill. 


O  Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  the  sighs 
Which  unto  Thee  we  send; 

To  Thee  our  inmost  spirit  cries, 
To  Thee  our  prayers  ascend. 

Abide  with  us,  and  let  Thy  light 
Shine,  Lord,  on  every  heart; 

Dispel  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
And  joy  to  all  impart. 

5  Jesus,  our  Love  and  Joy,  to  Thee, 
The  Virgin's  holy  Son, 
All  might,  and  praise,  and  glory  be 
While  endless  ages  run. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux,  111,0.     Tram,  by  E.  CasiooH* 


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421 


TRINITY  SEASON— DEVOTION. 


HADDAM.     H.  M. 


LOWELL  MASON,  aiT. 


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By  Thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came: 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued, and  peace  with  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  my  great  High  Priest, 

.  Offered  His  blood  and  died; 
My  guilty  conscience  needs 

No  sacrifice  beside ; 
His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  My  dear  and  mighty  Lord, 
My  Conqueror  and  my  King: 
Thy  scepter  and  Thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing: 
Thine  is  the  power;  behold!  I  sit 
In  willing  bonds  beneath  Thy  feet. 

Isaac  Watts. 

422 

1  Come,  every  pious  heart, 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  powers  exert 

To  celebrate  His  fame; 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  Him  you  owe. 


2  He  left  His  starry  crown, 

And  laid  His  robes  aside, 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died; 
What  He  endured,  oh,  who  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell? 


From  the  dark  grave  He  rose, 

The  mansion  of  the  dead, 
And  thence  His  mighty  foes 

In  glorious  triumph  led; 
Up  through  the  sky  the  Conqueror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God. 


From  thence  He'll  quickly  come, 
His  chariot  will  not  stay, 

And  bear  our  spirits  home 
To  realms  of  endless  day: 

There  shall  wTe  see  His  lovely  face, 

And  ever  be  in  His  embrace. 


5  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owre  Thy  love ; 

Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 
Our  gratitude  approve: 

Our  hearts,  our  all,  to  Thee  wre  give; 

The  gift,  though  small,  do  Thou  receive- 

Samuel  Slennett,  1787. 


423 


TRINITY  SEASON— LONGING.  189 

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The  end  of  all  our  hope  the  same, 
A  crown  of  life  with  Thee. 

3  Spirit  of  life,  of  joy,  and  peace, 
Unite  our  hearts,  our  joy  increase; 

Thy  gracious  help  supply, 
To  every  soul  the  blessing  give, 
In  Christian  fellowship  to  live, 

In  joyful  hope  to  die. 

Edward  Osier. 

425 

1  O  Love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art! 
When  shall  I  find  ray  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  thee? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

2  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God? 
Oh,  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor,  stony  heart! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

3  Only  Thy  love  do  I  require, 
Nothing  in  earth  below  desire, 

But  this  in  heaven  above;  [go, 

Let  earth,  and  heaven,  and  all  things 
Give  me  Thy  only  love  to  know, 

Impart  to  me  Thy  love. 

C.   Wesley,  17U9. 

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2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  He  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin,  and  wrath  divine: 
I'd  sing  His  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all  perfect,  heavenly. dress, 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  He  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  He  wears, 

Exalted  on  His  throne: 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  His  glories  known. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home. 

And  I  shall  see  His  face: 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  His  grace. 

Samuel  Medley,  1789. 

424 

1  May  we  Thy  precepts,  Lord,  fulfill, 
To  do  on  earth  our  Father's  will, 

As  angels  do  above: 
To  walk  in  Christ,  the  living  Way, 
With  all  Thy  children,  and  obey 

The  law  of"  Christian  love. 

2  So  may  we  join  Thy  name  to  bless, 
Thy  grace  adore,  Thy  power  confess, 

From  sin  and  strife  to  flee: 


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That  they  may  be  like  Thine. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 

427 

1  The  whole  creation  groans  and  waits 

Till  we,  who  love  Thee,  Lord, 
Shall  stand  within  Thy  temple  gates, 
And  shine — the  sons  of  God. 

2  The   sons  of  God, — how  bright  they 

No  mortal  eye  can  see;  [shine! 

We  sinners  shall  be  made  divine! 
We  shall  be  one  with  Thee! 

3  One  with  the  Lord  and  all  His  saints! 

Thy  nature  in  our  own! 
Thy  crown  our  rich  inheritance! 
Heirs  to  Thy  royal  throne! 

4  Thy  throne  no  joy  to  us  would  bring, 

If  we  from  Thee  were  riven; 
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3  What  ecstasies  will  then  be  theirs 

In  that  blest  city,  Lord, 
When  sons  to  parents  will  by  Thee 
For  ever  be  restored! 

4  Oh,  grant  us  so  together,  Lord, 

To  live  in  holy  love, 
That  we  together  may  be  joined 
In  holy  bliss  above. 

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Pursued  by  foes  I  come; 


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An  outcast,  take  me  home. 
Once  safe  in  Thine  almighty  arms, 

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To  hide  myself  in  Thee. 

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429 


TRINITY  SEASON— LONGING. 


191 


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3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  command  we  bow; 


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And  part  are  crossing  now. 

4  E'en  now  to  their  eternal  home 

Some  happy  spirits  fly; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

5  E'en  now,  by  faith,  we  join  our  hands 

With  those  that  went  before, 
And  greet  the  ransomed,  blessed  bands 
Upon  the  eternal  shore. 

6  Lord  Jesus!  be  our  constant  guide: 

And,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide* 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven 

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Of  God  our  King  alone; 
The  Lamb  of  God,  its  light  and  bliss, 
Sits  on  His  glorious  throne. 

3  Oh,  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints! 

Oh,  sweet  and  pleasant  soil! 
In  thee  no  sorrow  may  be  found, 
No  grief,  no  care,  no  toil. 


4  No  dimming  clouds  o'ershadow  thee, 

No  dull  nor  darksome  night! 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 
For  God  Himself  gives  light. 

5  Jerusalem!  God's  dwelling-place! 

I  love  and  long  to  see; 
Oh,  that  my  sorrows  had  an  end, 
That  I  might  dwell  in  thee. 

6  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stones, 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square; 
Thy  gates  are  made  of  orient  pearl, 
O  God!  if  I  were  there! 

7  With  Cherubim  and  Seraphim, 

And  holy  souls  of  men, 
To  sing  Thy  praise,  O  God  of  hosts, 
For  ever,  and  amen! 

Francis  Baker,  1616.  Altered  by  David  Dickson,  IBM. 


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Torn  piece-meal  by  the  roaring  flood. 

3  Let  angry  waves  together  rolled 
Rage  on  with  fury  uncontrolled; 
We  will  not  fear,  whilst  we  depend 
On  God,  who  is  our  constant  friend. 

4  A  gentler  stream,  that  ever  flows, 
And  joy  to  all  around  bestows, 
The  city  of  the  Lord  shall  fill, 

The  city  where  He's  worshiped  still. 

5  God  dwells  in  Zion,  whose  strong  towers, 
Shall  mock  th'  assault  of  earthly  powers ; 
And  His  almighty  aid  is  nigh, 

To  those  who  on  His  strength  rely. 

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1  O  thou  who  makest  souls  to  shine 
With  light  from  lighter  worlds  above, 

And  droppest  glistening  dew  divine 
On  all  who  seek  a  Saviour's  love: 

2  Do  Thou  Thy  benediction  give 
On  all  who  teach,  on  all  who  learn, 

That  so  Thy  Church  may  holier  live, 
And  every  lamp  more  brightly  burn. 

3  Give  those  who  teach  pure  hearts  and 

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Themselves  first  training  for  the  skies, 
They  best  will  raise  their  people  there. 


4  Give  those  who  learn  the  willing  ear, 
The  spirit  meek,  the  guileless  mind: 

Such  gifts  will  make  the  lowliest  here 
Far  better  than  a  kingdom  find. 

5  Oh,  bless  the  shepherd; bless thesheep; 
That  guide  and  guided  both  be  one, 

One  in  the  faithful  watch  they  keep, 
Until  this  hurrying  life  be  done. 

6  If  thus,  good  Lord ,  Thy  grace  be  given, 
In  Thee  to  live,  in  Thee  to  die, 

Before  we  upward  pass  to  heaven 
We  taste  our  immortality. 

John  M.  Neale. 

433 

1  O  Guardian  of  the  Church  divine, 
The  sevenfold  gifts  of  grace  are  Thine, 
And  kindled  by  Thy  hidden  fires 
The  soul  to  highest  aims  aspires. 

2  Thy  ministers,  O  Lord,  endue 
With  wisdom,  and  their  zeal  renew; 
Turn  all  their  weakness  into  might, 
O  Thou  the  source  of  life  and  light. 

3  Spirit  of  truth,  on  us  bestow 

The  faith  in  all  its  power  to  know, 
That  with  the  saints  of  ages  gone, 
And  those  to  come,  we  may  be  one. 

4  Protect  Thy  Church  from  ev'ry  foe, 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love,  bestow; 
Convert  the  world,  make  all  confess 
Thy  mercy,  truth,  and  righteousness. 

T.  Chamberlain. 


434 


TRINITY  SEASON— THE  CHURCH. 


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Then,  decked  in  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread 


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Their  vict'ry  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 
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His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair; 
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Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should  be ; 
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TRINITY  SEASON— THE  CHURCH. 


ST.  THOMAS.     S.  M. 


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5  Jesus,  Thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe, 
Shall  great  deliv'rance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

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3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend : 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
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And  counsels  of  Thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 


Compass  and  view  Thy  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well- 

4  The  order  of  Thy  house, 

The  worship  of  Thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows; 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent,  and  how  wise! 

How  glorious  to  behold! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charmsthe  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die; 

Will  be  our  God,  while  here  below, 

And  ours  above  the  sky. 

Isaac  Watts. 


438 


TRINITY  SEASON— THE  CHURCH. 


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That  never  knew  our  God; 

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May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

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2  Oh.  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam; 
All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Hath  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  ark  of  God! 

Behold  the  open  door! 
Oh,  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

4  There  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest; 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

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1  O  Lord,  refresh  Thy  flock; 
At  hirst  to  Thee  we  cry; 


Thou  art  the  spiritual  Rock, 
Whence  we  must  drink  or  die. 

Preserve  us,  Lord,  from  death: 
Thou  art  the  Lamb,  whose  blood 

Sprinkled  on  Israel's  doors  in  faith 
A  token  was  for  good. 

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Of  cherished  sin  subdued, 
'Tis  meet  that,  drest  in  pilgrim  garb, 

We  take  Thee  for  our  food. 

Away  the  signs  are  cast, 

And  now  Thyself  we  see; 
Yet  let  each  sign  that  cheered  the  past 

Still  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee. 

Jot.  Anstice. 


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Yet  one  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Her  charter  of  salvation 

One  Lord,  one  faith,  one  birth; 
One  holy  name  she  blesses, 

Partakes  one  holy  food, 
And  to  one  hope  she  presses, 

With  every  grace  endued. 
Though  with  a  scornful  wonder 

Men  see  her  sore  opprest, 
By  schisms  rent  asunder, 

By  heresies  distrest; 
Yet  saints  their  watch  are  keeping, 

Their  cry  goes  up,  "How  long?" 
And  soon  the  night  of  weeping 

Shall  be  the  morn  of  song. 
'Mid  toil,  and  tribulation, 

And  tumult  of  her  war, 
She  waits  the  consummation 

Of  peace  for  evermore; 
Till  with  the  vision  glorious 

Her  longing  eyes  are  blest, 
And  the  great  Church  victorious 

Shall  be  the  Church  at  rest. 
Yet  she  on  earth  had  union 

With  God  the  Three  in  One, 


And  mystic  sweet  communion 
With  those  whose  rest  is  won: 

Oh,  happy  ones  and  holy! 
Lord,  give  us  grace  that  we 

Like  them,  the  meek  and  lowly, 
On  high  may  dwell  with  Thee. 

S.  J.  Stone.  1866. 

442 

1  O  Bread,  to  pilgrims  given, 

O  Food,  that  angels  eat, 
O  Manna,  sent  from  heaven, 

For  heaven-born  natures  meet! 
Give  us,  for  Thee  long  pining, 

To  eat  till  richly  filled; 
Till  earth's  delights  resigning, 

Our  every  wish  is  stilled. 

2  O  Water,  life-bestowing, 

From  out  the  Saviour's  heart! 
A  fountain  purely  flowing, 

A  fount  of  love  Thou  art; 
Oh!  let  us,  freely  tasting, 

Our  burning  thirst  assuage! 
Thy  sweetness,  never  wasting, 

Avails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Jesus,  this  feast  receiving, 

We  Thee  unseen  adore; 
Thy  faithful  word  believing, 

We  take,  and  doubt  no  more; 
Give  us,  Thou  true  and  loving! 

On  earth  to  live  in  Thee; 
Then,  death  the  veil  removing, 

Thy  glorious  face  to  see. 

Latin  Hymn,  Ti-ans.  by  Ray  Palmer,  1858* 


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Springing  from  the  throne  above; 
Thither  speed  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

There  all  thirst  they  slake  in  love; 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  will  their  thirst  assuage; 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  Giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age? 


444 


3  On  their  way,  around  them  hovering, 
Pillared  cloud  or  fire  appear, 

For  a  glory  and  a  covering; 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 
From  their  banner  thus  deriving 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day, 
Bread  from  heaven,  all  heart-reviving, 

For  their  daily  food  have  they. 

4  Saviour,  we  of  Zion's  city 

Members  through  Thy  grace  became; 
Though  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

We  will  glory  in  Thy  name. 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 

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And  'midst  the  dark  and  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
To  Thee,  my  God,  I'll  tune  the  grateful  lay. 

3  Why  faint,  my  soul?  why  doubt  Jehovah's  aid? 

Thy  God  the  God  of  mercy  still  shall  prove; 

Within  His  courts  thy  thanks  shall  yet  be  paid: 

Unquestion'd  be  His  faithfulness  and  love. 


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And  answering  island  sing 
The  praises  of  Thy  royal  name, 
And  own  Thee  as  their  King. 

3  Bid  the  whole  earth,  responsive  now 

To  the  bright  world  above, 
Break  forth  in  sweetest  strains  of  joy 
In  memory  of  Thy  love. 

4  Jesus!  Thy  fair  creation  groans, 

The  air,  the  earth,  the  sea, 

In  unison  with  all  our  hearts, 

And  calls  aloud  for  Thee. 

5  Thine  was  the  cross,  with  all  its  fruits 

Of  grace  and  peace  divine; 
Be  Thine  the  crown  of  glory  now 
The  palm  of  victory  Thine. 

E,  Denny. 

446 

1  O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led; 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  Thy  throne  of  grace : 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide; 


Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  Oh,  spread  Thy  covering  wings  around, 
Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And,  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 

Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1737     Michael  Bruce,  1781. 

447 

1  When  from  the  city  of  our  God 

Man  wandered  far  away, 
He  fell  into  the  Tempter's  hands; 
Was  stripped,  and  wounded  lay. 

2  Christ  bound  our  wounds, and  poured  in 

And  wine  with  tender  care,  [oil 

And  bore  us  to  an  Inn — His  Church — 
And  safely  lodged  us  there. 

3  He  gave  us  to  the  host  in  charge, 

And  "at  that  future  day 
When  I  shall  come  again,"  He  said, 
"I  will  thy  pains  repay." 

4  What  beams  of  grace  and  mercy, Lord, 

In  Thy  example  shine!  [praise, 

Oh,   may  we  give  Thee   thanks  and 
By  showing  love  like  Thine. 

5  So  may  we  at  that  future  day, 

With  joy  Thy  coming  see, 
And  hear  that  blessing,-' 'What  ye  did 
To  mine,  ye  did  to  Me." 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 


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2  Come,  Thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword; 
Our  prayer  attend : 

Come,  and  Thy  people  bless, 
And  give  Thy  word  success: 
Spirit  of  holiness, 
On  us  descend. 

3  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear; 
In  this  glad  hour: 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 
Spirit  of  power. 

4  To  Thee,  great  Otie  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 
Hence  evermore! 

Thy  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 
Love  and  adore! 


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Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight; 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And  where  the  Gospel's  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

"Let  there  be  light," 
Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  Thy  redeeming  wing 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind, 
Oh,  now  to  all  mankind 

"Let  there  be  light." 
Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  Thy  flight; 
Move  o'er  the  water's  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

"Let  there  be  light." 

John  Marriott,  181S. 


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And  languish  to  conclude  my  race, 

And  render  up  my  breath. 
In  humble  love  and  fear, 

Thine  image  to  regain, 
And  see  Tbee  in  the  clouds  appear, 

And  rise  with  Thee  to  reign. 


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Yet  we  must  wait  till  He  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 

Why  should  we  longer  wait; 
He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest, 
But  be  importunate. 

4  'Twas  thus  the  widow  poor, 

Without  support  or  friend, 

Beset  the  unjust  judge's  door, 

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5  And  shall  not  Jesus  hear 

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6  Then  let  us  earnest  be, 

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He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  His  care. 

452 

1  Jesus!  I  live  to  Thee, 

The  loveliest  and  best; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me, 
In  Thy  blest  love  I  rest. 

2  Jesus!  I  die  to  Thee, 

Whenever  death  shall  come; 
To  die  in  Thee,  is  life  to  me, 
In  my  eternal  home. 


3  Whether  to  live  or  die, 

I  know  not  which  is  best; 
To  live  in  Thee,  is  bliss  to  me, 
To  die  is  endless  rest. 

4  Living  or  dying,  Lord, 

I  ask  but  to  be  Thine; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me 
Makes  heaven  forever  mine. 

Henry  Harbaugh. 

453 

1  To  God  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 

Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  His  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  His  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  His  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  before  the  throne, 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  His  grace, 
And  make  His  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wisdom  and  power  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  never-ending  songs. 

Isaac  Wails,  1709. 


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Bitter  the  cup  of  woe,  [blood, 

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Christ's  sufferings  sharedbelow. 


3  Bright  is  their  glory  now, 

Boundless  their  joy  above, 
Where  on  the  bosom  of  their  God 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

4  Lord,  may  that  grace  be  ours, 

Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 
All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain 
May  be  our  portion  here: 

5  Enough,  if  Thou  at  last 

The  word  of  blessing  give, 
And  let  us  rest  in  Thine  own  home, 
Where  saints  and  angels  live. 


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1.  Our  heav'nk  Father  calls,  And  Christ  invites  us  Dear;  With  both,  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet,  And  our  communion  dear. 


2  God  pities  all  our  griefs; 

He  pardons  every  day, 
Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 

3  How  large  His  bounties  are! 

What  various  stores  of  good, 
Diffused  from  our  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchased  with  His  blood! 

4  Jesus,  our  living  Head, 

We  bless  Thy  faithful  care, 

Our  Advocate  before  the  throne, 

And  our  Forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart; 

Here  wait,  my  warmest  love; 
Till  the  communion  be  complete, 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 

PhUip  Doddridge. 


456 

1  A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill; 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  Thy  sight  to  live: 
And  oh  !  Thy  servant,  Lord 


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And  on  Thyself  rely: 
Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  for  ever  die. 


C.  Wedty. 


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We  come  unworthy;  for  His  sake 
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3  Thy  marriage-garment  we  require, 

Thyself  to  us  impart, 
And  with  Thy  precious  gifts  inspire 
A  pure  and  thankful  heart. 

4  And  Thou,  to  whom  the  Father's  love 

The  wedding  guests  has  brought, 
Who  ever  helpest  from  above 
Those  whom  Thy  blood  has  bought. 

5  Lord  of  the  feast!  our  coming  bless, 

And  round  our  souls  entwine 
The  garment  of  Thy  righteousness, 
In  which  Thy  saints  shall  shine. 

John  Ernest  Bode,  1860. 

458 

1  Vain  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 

On  their  own  works  have  built; 
Their  hearts,  by  nature,  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murmuring  word; 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 


3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law, 

To  justify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince,  and  to  condemn, 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jesus!  how  glorious  is  Thy  grace! 

When  in  Thy  name  we  trust, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness, 
That  makes  the  sianer  just. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

459 

1  OThou,  the  Lord  and  Life  of  those 

Who  rest  their  hope  in  Thee: 
Whose  love  from  everlasting  woes, 
Hath  set  Thy  people  free ; 

2  Thine  agony  and  death  display 

The  curse  our  guilt  should  bear, 
Thy  resurrection  points  the  way 
To  bliss  that  we  may  share. 

3  To  Thee,  O  Lord,  we  lift  our  heart, 

Thy  mercy  we  implore; 
Help  us  to  choose  the  better  part, 
And  go,  and  sin  no  more. 

4  Help  us  Thee,  Saviour,  to  confess* 

In  whom  our  life  we  see; 
And  oh!  may  fruits  of  holiness 
Prove  that  we  live  to  Thee. 


TRINITY  SEASON— SECURITY. 

4:OU        PETERBORO.     C.  M. 


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We  fly  to  Thee,  and  only  Thee, 

The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 
Thou,  Christ,  the  great  Jehovah  art, 

The  Fount  of  holiness; 
And,  God  with  us,  Thou  art  become 

The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 


Oh,  wash  us  with  Thy  blood, and  clothe 

With  Thy  pure  spotless  dress; 
Oh,  hide  us  in  Thyself,  and  be 

The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 
Make  us  by  grace  to  be  in  deed 

What  we  in  word  profess; 
Oh,  make  us  like  unto  Thyself, 

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Pour  on  us  plenteous  showers  of  grace, 

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That  we  may  yield  Thine  own  to  Thee, 

The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 
So,  in  Thy  glorious  image  rais'd, 

May  we  Thy  mercy  bless; 
And  sing  for  ever  praise  to  Thee, 

The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

Christojjher  Wordsworth. 

XICOLAUS   HERMANN.  1561. 


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At  home,  abroad,  in  peace,  in  war, 

Thy  God  shall  thee  defend; 
Conduct  thee  through  life's  pilgrimage, 

Safe  to  thy  journey's  end. 

Iaaac  Watts,  1719. 


2  Thou,  then,  my  soul  in  safety  rest, 

Thy  Guardian  will  not  sleep; 
His  watchful  care  that  Israel  guards, 
Will  thee  in  safety  keep. 

3  Sheltered  beneath  th' Almighty's  wings, 

Thou  shalt  securely  rest ; 


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Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand,  then,  in  His  great  might, 

With  all  His  strength  endued; 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  'God: 

4  That,  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past,     [alone, 
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And  stand  entire  at  last. 

5  From  strength  to  strength  go  on; 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 


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In  all  His  soldiers,  "Come,"   [high, 
Till  Christ,  the  Lord,   descends  from 
And  takes  the  conquerors  home. 

Charles  Wesley,  17U5. 


1  463 


1  My  soul!  be  on  thy  guard; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray! 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God! 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath,* 
Up  to  His  blest  abode. 

Heath,  17S1. 

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S«  onetimes  where  Eden'sbowers  bloom. 
By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea, — 
Still  'tis  His  hand  that  leadeth  me! 

3  Lord!  I  would  clasp  Thy  hand  in  mine, 
Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine; 


Since  'tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me. 

4  And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 
When  by  Thy  grace  the  victory's  won, 
E'en  death's  cold  wave  I  will  not  flee,. 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me. 

J.  II.  Gilmorc,  1861. 


464     Continued 

2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on: 
I  loved  to  choose  and  Bee  my  path  ;bnt  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on: 
I  loved  the  garish  day,  and  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will.  Remember  not  past 

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Will  lead  me  on  [still 

O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and    torrent, 

The  night  is  gone;  [till 

And  with  the  morn  Chose  angel  faces  smile, 

Which  I  have   loved   long  since,  and  lost 

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2  Saviour!  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us ; 

All  our  weakness  Thou  dost  know; 
Thou  didst  tread  this  earth  before  us; 

Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  woe; 
Lone  and  dreary,  faint  and  weary, 

Through  the  desert  Thou  didst  go. 

3  Spirit  of  our  God!  descending, 

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467 

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Safely  to  the  promised  land. 

2  Feed  us  with  the  heavenly  manna; 

Fainting,  may  we  feel  Thy  might; 
Go  before  us  as  our  banner, 
Cloud  by  day,  and  fire  by  night: 

Great  Kedeemer, 
Shine  around  us; — Thou  art  light. 

3  When  we  come  to  death's  dark  river, 

Bid  the  swelling  stream  divide; 
Thou  who  canst  our  life  deliver, 
Bear  us  through  the  sundered  tide: 

Praises,  praises 
Will  we  sing  on  Canaan's  side. 

Josiah  Conder,  1856. 


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2  For  every  act  of  faith, 

And  every  pure  design, 
For  all  of  good  ray  soul  can  know, 

The  glory,  Lord,  be  Thine; 
Free  grace  my  pardon  seals, 

Through  Thy  atoning  blood; 
Free  grace  the  full  assurance  bring; 

Of  peace  with  Thee,  my  God. 


3  Oh,  speak  and  I  will  hear; 

Command,  and  I  obey; 
My  willing  feet  with  joy  shall  haste 

To  run  the  heavenly  way; 
Keep  Thou  my  wand'ring  heart, 

And  bid  it  cease  to  roam; 
Oh,  bear  me  safe  o'er  death's  cold  wave 

To  heaven  my  blissful  home. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby. 


468     Continued. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source: 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  His  glorious  face; 
Upward  tends  to  His  abode, 

To  rest  in  His  embrace. 


3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies: 
Yet  a  season, — and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

Robert  Seagrave,  17JO. 


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Hold  thee  in  full  survey; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high; 
'Tis  His  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  Thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun ; 
And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  Thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 

Philip  Doddridge,  17W. 
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471 

1  Alas!  what  hourly  dangers  rise! 

What  snares  beset  my  way! 
To  heaven,  oh,  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  com- 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears!        [plain 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears! 

3  O  gracious  God!  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive,, 
Though  trembling  and' afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail; 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  Oh,  keep  me  in  Thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee! 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  Thee. 

A.  Steele. 


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As  far  from  danger  as  from  fear, 
While  Thine  almighty  love  is  near. 

C.    Wesley. 


TRINITY  SEASON— WARFARE. 


1.  Jesus,  Thou  art  my  Righteousness,  For  all  my  sius  were  Thine;  Thy  death  hath  bought  of  God  my  peace,  Thy  life  hath  made  Him  mine. 


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I  feel  my  sins  forgiven; 
I  taste  salvation  in  Thy  name, 
And  antedate  my  heaven. 

3  Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 

Close  to  Thy  bleeding  side; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  died! 

4  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  Thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean! 

5  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine  own; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art! 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone; 

My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart! 

6  The  atonement  of  Thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve; 


Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  mo. 


474 


1  Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 

Go  mourning  all  their  days? 
Great  Comforter!  descend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  Thy  grace. 

2  Dost  Thou  not  dwell  in  all  Thy  saints, 

And  seal  them  heirs  of  heaven? 
When  wilt  Thou  banish  my  complaints 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  my  Redeemer's  blood; 
And  bear  Thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  His  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come; 
And  Thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

Isaac  Watts. 

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2  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  on  to  God? 
Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 

Supported  by  Thy  word. 

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3  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die; 
They  view  the  triumph  trom  afar, 

And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 
When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  Thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 

The  glory  shall  be  Thine. 

I«aac  Watts,  17tS. 


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The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  His  will, 
And  spread  His  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  the  innumerable  host 

Of  angels  clothed  iu  light! 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 
Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight! 

4  Behold  the  bless'd  assembly  there, 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven; 
And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declare 
Their  vilest  sins  forgiven! 

5  The  saints  on  earth  and  all  the  dead 

But  one  communion  make; 
All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  Head, 
And  of  His  grace  partake. 

6  In  such  society  as  this 

My  weary  soul  would  rest; 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is 
Must  be  forever  blest. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

477 

1  Jesus,  exalted  far  on  high, 

To  whom  a  name  is  given, 
A  name  surpassing  every  name 
That's  known  in  earth  or  heaven; 

2  Before  whose  throne  shall  every  knee 

Bow  down  with  one  accord; 
Before  whose  throne  shall  every  tongue 
Confess  that  Thou  art  Lord ;  • 

3  Jesus,  who,  in  the  form  of  God, 

Didst  equal  honor  claim ; 


Yet  to  redeem  our  guilty  souls, 
Didst  stoop  to  death  and  shame: 

4  Oh,  may  that  mind  in  us  be  formed, 

Which  shone  so  bright  in  Thee! 
A  humble,  meek,  and  lowly  mind, 
From  pride  and  envy  free. 

5  May  we  to  others  stoop,  and  learn 

To  emulate  Thy  love; 
So  shall  we  bear  Thine  image  here 
And  share  Thy  throne  above. 

Thomas  Cotterill,  1812. 

478 

1  Oh,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free! 
A  heart  that's  sprinkled  with  Thy  blood, 
So  freely  shed  for  me! 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek; 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone! 

3  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within! 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine, 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good; 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine! 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart; 

Come  quickly  from  above; 
Write  Thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  llht. 


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Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight! 

3  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day; 
There  God,  the  Son,  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds,  no  poisonous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death 
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And  be  forever  blest? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  His  bosom  rest. 

Saml,  Stennett,  1787. 

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1  Forth  to  the  land  of  promise  bound, 

Our  desert-path  we  tread; 
God's  fiery  pillar  for  our  guide, 
His  Captain  at  our  head. 

2  E'en  now  we  faintly  trace  the  hills; 

And  catch  their  distant  blue; 
And  the  bright  city's  gleaming  spires 
Rise  dimly  on  our  view. 

3  Soon,  when  the  desert  shall  be  crossed, 

The  flood  of  death  passed  o'er, 
Our  pilgrim  hosts  shall  safely  land 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore. 

4  There  love  shall  have  its  perfect  work, 

And  prayer  be  lost  in  praise; 

And  all  the  servants  of  our  God 

Their  endless  anthems  raise. 

Henry  Alford,  1827. 


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Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 

"Holy,  Holy,  Holy,"  singing, 

"Lord  of  Hosts,  theLord  most  high!" 

With  His  seraph-train  before  Him, 

With  His  holy  Church  below, 
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Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored: 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord!" 

Richard  Manl. 


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Zion's  city  is  in  sight : 

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There  our  Lord  we  soon  shall  see. 

3  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land: 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

4  Lord!  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below: 
Only  Thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee! 

5  Seal  our  love,  our  labors  end; 
Let  us  to  Thy  bliss  ascend; 
Let  us  to  Thy  kingdom  come; 
Lord!  we  long  to  be  at  home. 

John  Cennick.  17 US. 


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1  Blessed  are  the  son's  of  God; 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood, 
They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave, 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have. 


2  They  are  justified  by  grace, 
They  enjoy  a  solid  peace; 

All  their  sins  are  washed  away, 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day. 

3  They  have  fellowship  with  God, 
Through  the  Mediator's  blood; 
One  with  God,  through  Jesus  one, 
Glory  is  in  them  begun. 

4  They  alone  are  truly  blest; 

Heirs  with  God,  joint  heirs  with  Christ; 
They  with  love  and  peace  are  filled, 
They  are  by  His  Spirit  sealed. 

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Let  us  in  Thy  name  agree; 
Show  Thyself  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Bid  all  strife  forever  cease. 

2  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind, 
Lowly,  meek,  in  thought  and  word, 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

3  Let  us  for  each  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear, 
To  Thy  Church  the  pattern  give, 
Show  how  true  believers  live. 

4  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride, 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide : 

All  the  depths  of  love  express, 

All  the  heights  of  holiness.        Charles  Wesley, 

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When  in  sin  and  death  we  lay, 
Thou  didst  wake  us  into  day; 
Thou,  in  human  nature  born, 
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We  were  quickened  by  Thy  breath; 
"We  arose  with  Thee  our  Head, 
First  begotten  from  the  dead. 
Keep  us  safe  from  harm  and  sin, 
Foes  around  us  and  within; 
May  we  know  Thee  ever  nigh, 
Ever  walk  as  in  Thine  eye. 
Lead  us  onward,  Lord,  we  pray, 
To  the  pure  and  perfect  day, 
Where  we  may  the  glory  see 
Of  the  blessed  Trinity. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 


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1  High  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 

Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above; 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 
Happy  in  Immanuel'slove. 

2  Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 

Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Torturing  pain  and  heavy  woe. 

3  But  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 

Passed  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 
%  They  shall  feel  distress  no  more — 
Kever,  never  weep  again . 

4  'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

'Mid  th'  angelic  lyres  above, 

Hark!  their  songs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love! 

Thomas  Raffles,  1812. 


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2  These  are  the  saints  beloved  of  God; 
Washed  are  their  robes  in  Jesus'blood 
More  spotless  than  the  purest  white, 
They  shine  in  uncreated  light. 

3  Brighter  than  angels,  lo!  they  shine; 
Their  glories  great,  and  all  divine; 
Tell  me  their  origin,  and  say       [they? 
Their  order  what — and   whence   came 

4  Through  tribulation  great,  they  came; 
They  bore  the  cross,  and  scorned  the 
Within  the  living  temple  blest,  [shame; 
In  God  they  dwell,  and  on  Him  rest. 


5  Unknown  to  mortal  ears  they  sing 
The  sacred  glories  of  their  King; — 
Tell  me  the  subject  of  their  lays, 
And  whence  their  loud  exalted  praise? 

6  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  is  their  theme; 
They  sing  the  wonders  of  His  name; 
To  Him  ascribing  power  and  grace, 
Dominion  and  eternal  praise. 

7  Amen,  they  cry,  to  Him  alone, 
Who  dares  to  iill  His  Father's  throne; 
They  give  Him  glory,  and  again 
Repeat  His  praise  and  say,  Amen. 


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Arise,  Thou  Sun  of  righteousness 
Dispel  the  clouds  that  intervene. 

3  Thou  art  the  glorious  gift  of  God, 
To  sinners  weary  and  distrest, 
The  first  of  all  His  gifts  bestowed, 
And  certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest. 

4  Could  I  but  say,  this  gift  is  mine, 
I'd  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
No  more  at  pain  or  want  repine, 
Nor  envy  the  rich  sinner's  state. 

5  This  precious  jewel  let  me  keep,  , 
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At  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep, 
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Redeemed  from  guilt,  redeemed  from  fears, 
My  soul  enlarged  and  dried  my  tears, 
What  can  I  do,  O  Love  divine, 
What,  to  repay  such  gifts  as  Thine? 

2  What  can  1  do,  so  poor,  so  weak, 

But  from  Thy  hands  new  blessings  seek, 
A  heart  to  feel  Thy  mercies  more, 
A  soul  to  know  Thee,  and  adore? 

3  Oh,  teach  me  at  Thy  feet  to  fall, 
And  yield  Thee  up  myself,  my  all! 
Before  Thy  saints  my  debts  to  own, 
And  live  and  die  to  Thee  alone! 

4  Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  at  large  impart, 
Expand  and  raise  and  fill  my  heart! 
So  may  I  hope  my  life  shall  be 
Some  faint  return,  O  Lord,  to  Thee. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  18SU. 


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Hasten,  dear  Lord!  the  glorious  day, 
And  this  delightful  scene  display: 
When  all  Thy  saints  from  death  "shall  rise, 
Raptured  in  bliss  beyond  the  skies. 

Rowland  Hill,  1796. 


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Then  Jesus  feeds  us  with  His  flesh. 

3  In  all  the  gleams  of  grace  divine 
We  see  Thy  holy  presence  shine; 
Beneath  the  cloud  baptized  are  we, 
And  Jesus  leads  us  through  the  sea. 

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In  all  our  long  and  weary  way, 
Pilgrims  of  Canaan,  lest  we  stray, 
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And  come  where  fruits  of  Eshcol  grow; 
Gain  the  rich  promise  of  Thy  word 
And  rest  forever  with  the  Lord. 

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Whose  abodes  of  glory  clear 
Naught  defiling  cometh  near  ? 

3  There  no  storm}7  winter  rages  ; 
There  no  scorching  summer  glows  ; 

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Reckon  up  their  triumphs  past. 

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Glorify  their  glorious  King  ; 
Aided  by  whose  arm  of  might, 
They  were  victors  in  the  fight. 

6  Look,  0  Jesus,  on  Thy  soldiers, 
Worn  and  wounded  in  the  fight ; 

Grant,  O  grant  us  rest  for  ever, 

In  Th}T  beatific  sight ; 
And  Thyself  our  guerdon  be 
Through  a  long  eternity. 

Pietro  Damiani. 
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Our  eyes  delighted  trace, 
Thy  love  in  long  succession  shown, 
To  ever}'  faithful  race. 


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2  Our  children  Thou  dost  claim, 
O  Lord,  our  God,  as  Thine  ; 
Ten  thousand  blessings  to  Thy  name 
For  goodness  so  divine  ! 

3  Thy  cov'nant  may  the}'  keep, 
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To  honor  Thy  commands. 

4  Thee  let  the  fathers  own, 
Thee  let  the  sons  adore, 

Joined  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 

5  How  great  Thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 
How  plenteous  is  Thy  grace, 
Which,  in  the  promise  of  Thy  love, 
Includes  our  rising  race. 

6  Our  offspring,  still  Thy  care, 
Shall  own  their  fathers'  God, 

To  latest  times  Thy  blessings  share, 
And  sound  Thy  praise  abroad. 

H.  U.  Onderdonk. 

JAMES  LEACH. 


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J.  Fellmi$. 


218 

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2  Lo  !  such  the  child  whose  earl}r  feet 
The  paths  of  peace  have  trod  ; 

Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
The  lily  must  decay  ; 

The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 
Of  man's  maturer  age 

May  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  0  Thou,  whose  infant  feet  were  found 
Within  Thy  Father's  shrine, 

Whose    years,   with   changeless  virtue 
crowned, 
Were  all  alike  divine  ! 

6  Dependent  on  Thy  bounteous  breath, 
We  seek  Thy  grace  alone 

In  childhood,  manhood,  age  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  Thine  own. 

Reginald  Eeber. 

499 

1  Thou  art  my  portion,  0  my  God, 
Soon  as  I  know  Thy  way, 

My  heart  makes  haste  to  obey  Thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heavenly  truth, 
And  glory  in  my  choice : 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 


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3  The  testimonies  of  Thy  grace 
I  set  before  mine  eyes  ; 

Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength,, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  Thy  path, 
I  think  upon  my  wa}rs  ; 

Then  turn  my  feet  to  Thy  commands, 
And  trust  Thy  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Now  I  am  Thine,  for  ever  Thine, 
0  save  Thy  servant,  Lord  ! 

Thou  art  my  shield,  my  hiding-place, 
My  hope  is  in  Thy  word. 

6  Thou  hast  inclined  this  heart  of  mine 
Thy  statutes  to  fulfil ; 

And  thus  till  mortal  life  shall  end, 
Would  I  perform  Thy  will.   ■ 

I.  Watts. 

500 

1  See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands, 
With  all  engaging  Alarms  ! 

Hark  !  how  He  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  His  arms  ! 

2  "Permit  them  to  approach,"  He  cries, 
"Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 

For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We    bring  them,   Lord,  in  thankful 

hands, 
And  yield  them  up  to  Thee ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  Thine, — 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

Philip  Doddridge.    1740. 


BAPTISM  AND  CONFIRMATION. 


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501 


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One  be  our  heart,  one  heavenly  hope 

In  every  bosom  wake. 
3  In  prayer,  in  effort,  tears,  and  toils, 

One  wisdom  be  our  guide  ; 
Taught  by  one  Spirit  from  above, 
■— »-»-c  In  Thee  may  we  abide. 

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Shall  anthems  of  immortal  praise, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  be  thine  ! 

S.  F.  Smith. 


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2  Before  the  cross  of  Him  who  died, 
Behold,  I  prostrate  fall ; 

Let  every  sin  be  crucified, 
And  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

3  Anoint  me  with  Thy  heavenly  grace, 
And  seal  me  for  Thine  own  ; 

That  I  may  see  Thy  glorious  face, 
And  worship  near  Thy  throne. 

4  Let  every  thought,  and  work,  and  word 
To  Thee  be  ever  £iven  ; 

Then  life  shall  be  Thy  service,  Lord, 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven. 


A  vow  we  dare  not  break  : — 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 
Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 

Nor  from  His  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 
But  on  His  grace  rely, 

That  with  returning  wants  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  Oh.  ijuide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 
And  keep  us  in  Thy  ways  : 

And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  Thou  our  prayers  to  praise  ! 

Beiij.  Beddome. 


220 

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2  Kemember  still  that  they  are  Thine, 
That  Thy  dear  sacred  name  they  bear  ; 

Think  that  the  seal  of  love  divine, 
The  sign  of  covenant  grace  they  wear. 

3  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  years, 
Oh,  let  them  ne'er  forgotten  be  ; 

Remember  all  the  prayers  and  tears 
Which  made  them  consecrate  to  Thee. 

4  And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray, 
These  e}res  can  weep  for  them  no  more, 

Turn  Thou  their  feet  from  folly's  way ; 
The  wanderers  to  Thy  fold  restore. 

A.  B.  Hyde. 

505 

1  This  child  we  consecrate  to  Thee, 
O  God  of  grace  and  purity  ! 

Shield  it  from  sin  and  threatening  wrong 
And  let  Thy  love  its  life  prolong. 

2  Oh,  may  Thy  Spirit  gently  draw 
Its  willing  soul  to  keep  Thy  law  ; 
May  virtue,  piety,  and  truth, 
Dawn  even  with  its  dawning  youth. 

3  We,  too,  before  Thy  gracious  sight, 
Once  shared  the  blest  baptismal  rite, 
And  would  renew  its  solemn  vow 
With  love,  and  thanks,  and  praises,  now. 

4  Grant  that,  with  true  and  faithful  heart 
We  still  may  act  the  christian's  part, 
Cheered  by  each    promise    Thou    hast 

given, 
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1  Dear  Lord  !  I  give  my  heart  to  Thee, 
Its  throbs  of  griefs  will  never  cease, 

Till  yearning  faith  be  taught  to  see 
In  Christ,  the  risen  Prince  of  Peace. 

2  My  time  is  flitting  day  by  day, 

Sad    conscience   weaves,    in    restless 
loom, 
A  shroud,  whose  dusky  lines  portray 
The  travails  of  eternal  gloom. 

3  The  bitter  fruits  of  wasted  years, 
The  empty  store  of  worldly  gain, 

Hope's  blighted  flowers,  rank  with  tears, 
And  mem'ry's  ashes  mixed  with  pain ; 

4  This  weighty  sum  of  life  I  bring 
To  Calv'r}- 's  gleaming,  lofty  tree ; 

Lo  !  at  its  foot,  the  load  I  fling, 
And  to  its  arms  for  refuge  flee. 

5  My  guilt— the  spear  that  pierced  Thy 

side, 
My  death   once   swelled    Thy  dying 

cry  ; 
0  cleanse  my  sins  in  mercy's  tide, 
Still  ebbing  earthward  from  the  sky. 

6  Thine  eye  doth  read  the  soul's  dis- 

tress, 
When   mourning   for   Thy  peace,    it 

pleads, 
Let  Thy  forgiveness,  Jesus,  bless, 
And  fill  my  spirit's  piteous  needs. 

B.  S.  Mathews.    1859. 


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ROCKINGHAM.     L.  M. 

1    MM    |    J  lJ  j    !  I  J  I  I    ! 


LOWELL  MASON.      1830. 


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2  Enrich  that  temple's  holy  shrine 

With  sevenfold  gifts  of  grace  divine  ; 
With  wisdom,  light,  and  knowledge  bless, 
Strength,  counsel,  fear  and  godliness  ! 

3  O  Trinity  in  Unity, 
One  only  God  in  Persons  Three, 
In  whom,   through  whom,  by  whom  we 

live, 
In  Thee  we  praise  and  glory  give  ! 

4  0  grant  us  so  to  use  Thy  grace, 
That  we  may  see  Thy  glorious  face, 

OU  HAPPY  DAY.     L.  M. 


And  ever,  with  the  heavenly  host, 
:j  Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 

508 

1  Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine, 
With  full  consent  Thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  Thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Here,  0  my  Lord,  my  soul,  m}^  all, 
I  yield  to  Thee  beyond  recall ; 
Accept  Thine  own — so  long  withheld, 
Accept  what  I  so  freely  jield. 

3  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner  lost  to  God, 
But  ransomed  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

4  The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal  ; 
Now  will  I  set  the  solemn  seal : 
Thine  would  I  live,  Thine  would  I  die, 
Be  Thine  through  all  eternity. 


:§:  Chorus. 


FROM    E.  F. 


Samuel  Davies. 

RIMBAULT. 


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2  0  happy  bond  !  that  seals  my  vows 
To  Him  who  merits  all  my  love  ; 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  His  house, 
While  to  His  sacred  throne  I  move. 


Fixed  on  thy  God,  thy  Saviour,  rest ; 
Who  with  the  world  would  grieve  to  part, 
When  called  on  angel's  food  to  feast  ? 
5  High  heaven  that  hears  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

Philip  Doddridge. 


222 

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When  they  knew  Him  not,  He  sought 

them, 
And  from  all  their  wanderings  brought 

them; 
His  the  praise  alone. 

3  Through  the  desert  Jesus  leads  them, 
With  the  bread  of  heaven  He  feeds  them, 


511 


ST.  OSWALD.     8s  &  7s. 


And  through  all  the  way  He  speeds  them 
To  their  home  above. 

4  There  they  see  the  Lord  who  bought 

them, 
Him  who  came  from  heaven,  and  sought 

them, 
Him  who  by  His  Spirit  taught  them, 
Him  they  serve  and  love. 

5  Let  His  people  sing  with  gladness, 
Other  mirth  than  this  is  madness, 
Mirth  it  is  that  ends  in  sadness, 

Be  it  far  away. 

6  'Tis  the  saints  have  solid  treasure, 
They  can  sing  with  holy  pleasure, 
And  their  joy  will  know  no  measure, 

In  the  final  day. 

Thomas  Kelley.    1815. 

JOHN  B.  DYKES.      1861. 


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Fold  them  in  Thy  gracious  arm  ; 

There,  we  know,  Thy  word  believing, 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

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Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way. 

4  Then,  within  Thy  fold  eternal, 
Let  them  find  a  resting-place  ; 

Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Drink  the  rivers  of  Thy  grace. 

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2  Thou  art  our  holy  Lord  ! 
The  all-subduing  Word, 

Healer  of  strife  ! 
Thou  didst  Thyself  abase, 
That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace 
Thou  mightest  save  our  race, 

And  give  us  life  ! 

3  Thou  art  the  great  High  Priest ! 
Thou  hast  prepared  the  feast 

Of  heavenly  love ; 
While  in  our  mortal  pain, 
None  calls  on  Thee  in  vain, 
Help  Thou  dost  not  disdain, — 

Help  from  above. 


4  Ever  be  Thou  our  Guide, 
Our  Shepherd  and  our  Pride, 

Our  Staff  and  Song  ! 
Jesus  !  Thou  Christ  of  God ! 
By  Thy  perennial  word 
Lead  us  where  Thou  hast  trod, 

Make  our  faith  strong. 

5.  So  now,  and  till  we  die, 
Sound  we  Thy  praises  high, 

And  joyful  sing  ! 
Let  all  the  holy  throng, 
Who  to  Thy  Church  belong, 
Unite  and  swell  the  song 

To  Christ  our  King  ! 


Clement  of  Alexandria,  200. 

Trans.  II.  M.  Dexter. 


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2  Thou  the  sacrifice  receive, 

Humbly  offered  through  Thy  Son  ; 


Quicken  us  in  Him  to  live  ; 
Lord,  in  us  Thy  will  be  done. 

3  By  the  hallowed  outward  sign, 

By  the  cleansing  grace  within, 
Seal,  and  make  us  wholly  Thine  : 
Wash,  and  keep  us  pure  from  sin. 

4  Called  to  bear  the  Christian  name, 

May  our  vows  and  life  accord, 
And  our  every  deed  proclaim 
"Holiness  unto  the  Lord  !" 

Edward  Oiler.  18&I. 


224 


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They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too  ; 

Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 
Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  ; 

Oh,  while  Thou  dost  smile  upon  me, 
God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 

Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me, 
Show  Thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 
'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast  ; 

Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me  ; 
Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest ! 


515 


ABIDE  IN  ME. 


Oh,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 
While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 

Oh,  't  were  not  in  jo}T  to  charm  me, 
Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee. 

4  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  f 

Come  disaster,  scoru,  and  pain ! 
In  Thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  Thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  Thee — Abba,  Father  ! 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  Thee  ! 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

H.  F.  Lyte. 

ARTHUR  H.  D.  TROYTE,  d.  1859. 


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Fruitless  years  with  grief  recalling, 

Humbly  I  confess  my  sin  ; 
At  Thy  feet,  0  Father,  falling. 

To  Thy  household  take  me  in. 
Freely  now  to  Thee  I  proffer 

This  relenting  heart  of  mine  ; 
Freeh*,  life  and  soul  I  offer — 

Gift  unworthy  love  like  Thine. 


Once  the  world's  Redeemer  dying, 

Bore  our  sins  upon  the  tree ; 
On  that  sacrifice  relying, 

Now  I  look  in  hope  to  Thee ; 
Father,  take  me  1  all  forgiving 

Fold  me  to  Thy  loving  breast ; 
In  Thy  love  forever  living, 

I  must  be  forever  blest ! 

Ray  Palmer.     1865. 


515     Continued. 

3  As  some  rare  perfume  in  a  |  vase  of  |  clay, 

Pervades  it  with  a  fragrance  |  not  its  |  own, 
So,  when  Thou  dwellest  in  a  |  mortal  |  soul, 

All  heaven's  own  sweetness  seems  a-  |  round  it  |  thrown. 

4  Abide  in  me  :  there  have  been  |  moments  |  blest, 

When  I  have  heard  Thy  voice  and  |  felt  Thy  |  power ; 
Then  evil  lost  its  grasp  ;  and  |  passion,  f  hushed, 
Owned  the  divine  enchantment  |  of  the  |  hour. 

5  These  were  but  seasons  beauti-  (  ful  and  |  rare  ; 

Abide  in  me,  and  they  shall  |  ever  |  be  ; 
Fulfil  at  once  Thy  precept  |  and  my     prayer, 
Come,  and  abide  in  me,  and  |  I  in  |  Thee. 

ILirric!  Beecher  Stoice. 
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2  Bless  Thou  the  truth,  dear  Lord, 
To  me — to  me — 
As  Thou  didst  bless  the  bread 
By  Galilee ; 


Then  shall  all  bondage  cease, 

All  fetters  fall ; 
And  I  shall  find  my  peace, 

My  All-in- All !         M.  A.  Latldmry. 


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2  Here  would  I  feed  upon  the  Bread  of  God  ; 

Here  drink  with  Thee  the  royal  Wine  of 
Heaven ; 
Here  would  I  lay  aside  each  earthly  load, 

Here  taste  afresh  the  calm  of  sin  for- 
given. 

3  I  have  no  help  but  Thine  ;  nor  do  I  need 

Another  arm  save  Thine  to  lean  upon  ; 
It  is  enough,  my  Lord  ;  enough,  indeed  : 
My  strength  is  in  Thy  might,  Thy  might 
alone. 

4  I  have  no  wisdom,  save  in  Him  who  is 

My  Wisdom  and  my  Teacher,  both    in 
one; 


No  wisdom  can  I  lack  while  Thou  art  wise, 
No  teaching  do  I  crave,  save  Thine  alone. 

5  Mine  is  the  sin,  but  Thine  the  righteousness; 

Mine  is  the  guilt,  but  Thine  the  cleansing 
blood, 
Here  is  my  robe,  my  refuge,  and  my  peace, 
Thy  blood,   Thy  righteousness,   O  Lord 
my  God  ! 

6  Feast  after  feast  thus  comes,  and  passes  by ; 

Yet,   passing,  points  to  the  glad  Feast 

above, 
Giving  sweet  foretaste  of  the  festal  joy, 
The  Lamb's  great  bridal  Feast  of  bliss 

and  love. 

Horatius  Bonar.    1866. 


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2  This  is  My  blood,  for  sin's  remission  shed — 

He  spake,  and  passed  the  wine-stained 

chalice  round  : 
So  let  us  drink,  and -on  Life's  fullness  fed 
With  heav'nly  joy  each  quickening  pulse 

shall  bound. 

3  The  hour  is  come !   with  us  in  peace  sit 

down, 
Thine  own  beloved,  O  love  us  to  the  end; 
Serve  us  one  banquet  ere  the  night's  dark 

frown 
Veil  from  our  sight  the  presence  of  our 

Friend. 

-4  Girded  with  love  still  wash  Thy  servant's 

feet, 

While  they  submissive  wonder  and  adore: 

Bathed  in  Thy  blood  our  spirits  ev'ry  whit 

Are  clean— yet  cleanse  our  goings  more 

and  more. 

5  Some  will  betray  Thee— Master,  is  it  I? 
Leaning  upon  Thy  love  we  ask  in  fear  ; 
Ourselves  mistrusting,  earnestly  we  cry 
To  Thee,  the  Strong,  for  strength  when 
sin  is  near. 


6  But  round  us  fall  the    evening    shadows 
dim  ; 
A  saddened  awe  pervades  our  darkened 
sense, 
In  solemn  choir  we  sing  the  parting  Hymn, 
And  hear  Thy  Voice  —  Arise,  let  us  go 
hence. 

C.  L.  Ford. 

520 

1  Draw  nigh  and  take  the  body  of  the  Lord, 
And  drink   the   holy  blood  for  you  out- 
poured ; 

Saved  by  that  body  and  that  holy  blood, 
With  souls  refreshed,  we  render  thanks  to 
God. 

2  Salvation's  Giver,  Christ,  God's  only  Son, 
By  His  dear  cross  and  blood   the  vict'ry 

won  ; 
Offered  was  He  for  greatest  and  for  least, 
Himself  the  victim  and  Himself  the  priest. 

3  He,  ransomer  from  death,  and  light  from 

shade, 
Now  gives  His  holy  grace  His  saints  to  aid; 
With  heav'nly  bread  makes  them   that 

hunger  whole, 
Gives  living  waters  to  the  thirsting  soul. 

4  Approach  ye  then  with  faithful  hearts  sin- 

cere, 
And  take  the  safeguard  of  salvation  here  ; 
He,  that  in  this  world  rules  his  saints  and 

shields, 
To  all  believers  life  eternal  yields. 

lih  Century,  Tr.  John  Maton  Ntalt,  1AG1. 


228 

521 


HOLY  COMMUNION. 


WINDHAM. 


L.  M. 


DANIEL   BEAD. 


1.  *Twas   on  that  dark,  that  dole-ful  night,  When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  a  -  rose       A-gainst  the  Son   of  God's  de-light, 


And  friends  be-trayed   Him 
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2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 
He  took  the  bread,  and  blest,  and  brake: 

What  love  through  all  His  actions  ran  ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  He  spake ! 

3  '•  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin ; 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food ; " 

Then  took  the  cup,  and  blessed  the  wine, 
'•  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

4  For  us  His  flesh  with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the  scourge,  He  felt  the  thorn; 

And  justice  poured  upon  His  head 
Its  heavy  vengeance  in  our  stead. 

5  uDo  this,"  He  cried,  "till  time  shall  end, 
la  memory  of  your  dying  friend  ; 

Meet,  at  my  table,  and  record 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 


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6  Jesus  !  Thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  show  Thy  death,  we  sing  Thy  name, 

Till  Thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,  1107. 

522 

1  Body  of  Jesus,  oh,  sweet  food  ! 
Blood  of  my  Saviour,  precious  blood  ; 
On  these  Thy  gifts,  Eternal  Priest ! 
Grant  Thou  my  soul  in  faith  to  feast. 

2  Weary  and  faint  I  thirst  and  pine 
For  Thee,  my  Bread,  for  Thee,  my  Wine, 
Till  strengthened,  as  Elijah  trod, 

I  journey  to  the  mount  of  God. 

3  There  clad,  in  white,  with  crown  and  palm, 
At  the  great  Supper  of  the  Lamb, 

Be  mine,  -with  all  Th}-  saints  to  rest, 
Like  him  that  leaned  upon  Thy  breast. 

4  Saviour  !  till  then,  I  fain  would  know 
That  feast  above  03^  this  below  ; 

This  bread  of  life,  this  wondrous  food, 
Thy  body  and  Thy  precious  blood. 

Arthur  C.  Coxe.     1858. 


523 


HEAVENLY  FATHER. 


J.  H.  KUEZENKNABE. 


Heav'nly  Father, 


I  would  pray,  Come  Thou  near  to 


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Per.  J.  H.  Kubzenkwabs. 


2  Blessed  Jesus,  I  would  ask 

For  a  gentle  will ; 
Help  Thou  me  my  every  task 
Faithful  to  fulfil. 

3  Holy  Spirit,  loving  Guide  ! 

Lead  me  day  by  day  ; 
Guard  my  steps  on  every  side^ 
Lest  I  go  astray. 


HOLY  COMMUNION. 


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2  And  what  am  I?— my  soul,  awake, 
And  an  impartial  survey  take  ; 
Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear, 
In  practice  or  in  heart  appear? 

3  What  image  does  my  spirit  bear? 
Is  Jesus  formed,  and  living  there  ? 
Say,  do  His  lineaments  divine 

In  thought  and  word  and  action  shine  ? 

4  Searcher  of  hearts,  O  search  me  still, 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal ; 

My  fears  remove  ;  let  me  appear 

To  God,  and  my  own  conscience  clear. 


5  May  I,  consistent  with  Thy  word, 
Approach  Thy  table,  O  my  Lord? 
Oh  !  quicken,  clothe,  and  feed  my  soul, 
Forgive  my  sins  and  make  me  whole. 

525 

1  Eternal  King,  enthroned  above, 
Look  down  in  faithfulness  and  love, 
Prepare  our  hearts  to  seek  Thy  face, 
And  grant  us  Thy  reviving  grace. 

2  Unworthy  to  approach  Thy  throne, 
Our  trust  is  fixed  on  Christ  alone  ; 
In  Him  Thy  covenant  stands  secure, 
And  will  from  age  to  age  endure. 

3  O  let  us  hear  Thy  pardoning  voice, 
And  bid  our  mourning  hearts  rejoice  ; 
Revive  our  souls,  our  faith  renew, 
Prepare  for  duties  now  in  view. 

4  Make  all  our  spices  flow  abroad, 
A  grateful  incense  to  our  God  ; 
Let  hope,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  every  grace  be  active  here. 


526 


ASHWELL.     L.  M. 


LOWELL   MASON. 


1.    My    God,  and    is  Thy    ta  -  ble  spread,    And  doth  Thy  cup  with  lore   o'er  -  flow  ?   Thith  -  er    be    all  Thy 

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2  Hail,  sacred  fea^t.  which  Jesus  makes, 
Rich  banquet  of  His  flesh  and  blood  I 


Thrice  happy  he  who  here  partakes 
That  sacred  stream,  that  heavenly  food. 

3  Why  are  its  dainties  all  in  vain 

Before  unwilling  hearts  displayed? 
Was  not  for  them  the  Victim  slain  ? 
Are  they  forbid  the  children's  bread  ? 

4  Oh  let  Thy  table  honored  be, 

And  furnished  well  with  joyful  guests; 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see 
That  here  its  sacred  pledges  tastes. 

Philip  Doddridy*. 


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But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low  ; 
Far,  far  above  our  mortal  songs, 
The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

Yet  while  around  His  board  we  meet, 
And  worship  at  His  glorious  feet, 
Oh  !  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love. 

Let  faith  our  feeble  senses  aid, 
To  see  Thy  wondrous  love  displayed, 
Thy  broken  flesh,  Thy  bleeding  veins, 
Thy  dreadful  agonizing  pains. 

Let  humble,  penitential  woe, 

With  painful,  pleasing  anguish,  flow  ; 


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And  Thy  forgiving  smiles  impart 
Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  every  heart. 

Anne  Steele.     1760. 

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Come,  Holy  Spirit  !  calm  my  mind, 
And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God  ; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 
And  lead  me  to  Thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  Thou  imparted  to  my  soul 
A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 
Oh,  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame  ; 
Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 
And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see  ; 
Oh,  soothe  and  cheer  my  burdened  heart, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  Thee. 

John  Stewart. 

ANON. 

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What  His  guerdon  here  ? — 

"Many  a  sorrow,  many  a  labor, 
Many  a  tear." 

5  If  I  still  hold  closely  to  Him, 
What  hath  He  at  last  ?— 

"Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended, 
Jordan  passed." 

6  If  I  ask  Him  to  receive  me, 
Will  He  say  me  nay  ? 

"Not  till  earth,  and  not  till  heaven 
Pass  away." 

7  Finding,  following,  keeping,  struggling, 
Is  He  sure  to  bless  ? — 

"Saints,  apostles,  prophets,  martyrs, 
Answer,  yes." 

Stephen  of  St.  Sabas.    (725-79i.)    Tr.  John  M.  Neale.    1851* 


at  rest."  A  -  men. 


2  Hath  He  marks  to  lead  me  to  Him, 

If  He  be  my  Guide  ?— 
"In  His  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints, 
And  His  side." 

3  Is  there  diadem,  as  Monarch, 

That  His  brow  adorns  ? — 
"Yea,  a  crown,  in  very  surety ; 
But  of  thorns." 


530 


HOLY  COMMUNION. 


231 


CRUCIFIX.     7S&6S.  D. 


Grbek  Mblody. 


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2,     Oar  Father,  set  as   free. 


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2  O  should'st  Thou  from  us  fallen 
Withhold  Thy  grace  to  guide, 
Forever  we  should  wander 
From  Thee,  and  peace,  aside; 

NAUFORD.     P.  M. 


But  Thou  to  spirits  contrite 
Dost  light  and  life  impart, 

That  man  may  learn  to  serve  Thee 
With  thankful,  joyous  heart. 

3  Our  souls — on  Thee  we  cast  them, 
Our  only  refuge  Thou  ! 
Thy  cheering  words  revive  us, 

When  pressed  with  grief  we  how; 
Thou  bear'st  the  trusting  spirit 

Upon  Thy  loving  breast. 
And  gi vest' all  Thy  ransomed 
A  sweet,  unending  rest. 

Bay  Palmer. 

ARTHUR  S.  SULLIVAN. 


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His  body  broken  in  our  stead 
Is  here,  in  this  memorial  bread ; 
And  so  our  feeble  love  is  fed, 

Until  He  come. 
His  fearful  drops  of  agony, 
His  life-blood  shed  for  us  we  see 
The  cup  shall  tell  the  mystery, 

Until  He  come. 


4  And  thus  that  dark  betrayal  night, 
With  the  last  advent  we  unite — 
The  shame,  the  glory,  by  this  rite, 

Until  He  come. 
Oh,  blessed  hope  \  with  this  elate, 
Let  not  our  hearts  be  desolate, 
But,  strong  in  faith,  in  patience  wait, 

Until  He  come  !        G.  Bawton. 


532 


STILLINGFLEET.     S.  M, 


SWISS  COLL. 


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A   parting  hymn  we  sing,   A-round  Thy  ta-ble, 


Lord; 


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2  Here  have  we  seen  Thy  face, 

And  felt  Thy  presence  here  ; 
So  may  the  savor  of  Thy  grace 
In  word  and  life  appear. 

3  The  purchase  of  Thy  blood- 

By  sin  no  longer  led — 


11 "  i  i    " '  r'1  'i  if^F* — 

The  path  our  dear  Redeemer  trod 
May  we  rejoicing  tread. 
4  In  self-forgetting  love 

Be  our  communion  shown, 

Until  we  join  the  Church  above, 
And  know  as  we  are  known. 


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W.  A.  MOZABT. 


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2  Our  broken  spirit  pitying  see  ; 
True  penitence  impart ; 

Then  let  a  kindling  glance  from  Thee 
Beam  hope  upon  the  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 
May  we  our  wills  resign  ; 

And  not  a  thought  our  bosoms  share, 
Which  is  not  wholly  Thine. 

4  May  faith  each  weak  petition  fill, 
And  waft  it  to  the  skies, 

And  teach  our  hearts  'tis  goodness  still 
That  grants  it  or  denies.  Jm  D.  cariyie,  isos. 

534 

1  0  God,  unseen,  }7et  ever  near, 
Thy  presence  may  we  feel ; 

And  thus  inspired  with  holy  fear, 
Before  Thine  altar  kneel. 

2  Here  may  Thy  faithful  people  know 
The  blessings  of  Thy  love  ; 

The  streams  that  through  the  desert  flow; 
The  manna  from  above. 

3  We  come,  obedient  to  Thy  word, 
To  feast  on  heavenly  food  ; 

Our  meat,  the  Body  of  the  Lord  ; 
Our  drink,  His  precious  Blood. 

4  Thus  would  we  all  Thy  words  obey  ; 
For  we,  0  God,  are  Thine  ; 

And  go  rejoicing  on  our  way, 
Renewed  with  strength  divine. 

Edward  Osier.    1836. 

535 

1  Here  at  Thy  table,  Lord  !  we  meet 

To  feed  on  food  divine  ; 
Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 

Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 


2  He  that  prepares  this  rich  repast, 
Himself  comes  down,  and  dies  ; 

And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  Sure,  there  was  never  love  so  free, 
Dear  Saviour  !  so  divine  ; 

Well  Thou  may'st  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  Thine. 

4  Yes,  Thou  shalt  surely  have  my  heart, 
My  soul,  my  strength,  my  all ; 

With  life  itself  I'll  freely  part, 
My  Jesus  !  at  Thy  call. 

Samuel  Stennett.     1787. 

536 

1  The  blest  memorials  of  Thy  grief, 
The  suff 'rings  of  TI137  death, 

We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
But  would  receive  with  faith. 

2  The  tokens  sent  us  to  relieve 
Our  spirits  when  they  droop, 

We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
But  would  receive  with  hope. 

3  The  pledges  Thou  wast  pleas'd  to  leave 
Our  mournful  minds  to  move, 

We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
But  would  receive  with  love. 

4  Here  in  obedience  to  Thy  word, 
We  take  the  bread  and  wine, 
The  utmost  we  can  do,  dear  Lord, 
For  all  beyond  is  Thine. 

5  Increase  our  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  ; 
Lord,  give  us  all  that's  good  ; 

We  would  Thy  full  salvation  prove, 
And  share  Thy  flesh  and  blood. 


537 


HOLY  COMMUNION. 


233 


I.  TUCKEU. 


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songs,     With  an-gels  round  the  throne 

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2  u  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

11  To  be  exalted  thus  ; " 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
11  For  He  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive, 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  Thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  Him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


I.  Watta. 


538 


539 


1  Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word, 

'Tis  He  our  souls  hath  fed ; 
Thou  art  our  living  Stream,  O  Lord, 
And  Thou  th'  immortal  Bread. 

2  Blest  be  the  Lord  that  gives  His  flesh, 

To  nourish  dying  men  ; 
And  often  spreads  His  table  fresh, 
Lest  we  should  faint  again. 

3  Our  souls  shall  draw  their  heavenly  breath 

Whilst  Jesus  finds  supplies  ; 
Nor  shall  our  graces  sink  to  death, 
For  Jesus  never  dies. 

4  The  God  of  mercy  be  adored 

Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  His  redeeming  Word 
And  new-creating  breath.       Isaac  Wattt. 


ST.  JOHN.     C.  M. 


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2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake. 
My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be; 
Thy  sacramental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  Thee. 


Can  1  Gethsemane  forget? 

Or  there  Thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat. 

And  not  remember  Thee? 
When  to  the  Cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God.  my  sacrifice, 

I  must  remember  Thee. 
Remember  Thee,  and  all  Thy  pains, 

And  all  Thy  love  to  me  ; 
Yes.  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 

Will  I  remember  Thee. 
And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  Thou  slmlt  in  Thy  kingdom  come, 

Jesus,  remember  me.  J.  Montgomery. 


234 

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2  In  Thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  Thee, — here  we  stay  ; 
Lord,  from  hence  we  would  not  go, 
Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow. 

3  Send  some  message  from  Thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 

Let  Thy  spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

4  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Those  who  are  cast  down  lift  up, 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

5  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  Q-od  supremely  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free  ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  Thee. 

William  Hammond. 

541 

Hark  !  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour — hear  His  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 
"Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ? 

2  "I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound  : 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above ; 


Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath — 
Free  and  faithful — strong  as  death. 

5  "Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  ! 
Say,  poor  sinner  !  lovest  thou  me  ?" 

6  Lord  !  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint  ; 
Yet  I  love  Thee,  and  adore  ; — 
Oh,  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more. 

William  Cowper. 

542 

1  Thine  forever  !  God  of  love, 
Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above  ; 
Thine  forever  may  we  be, 

Here  and  in  eternity. 

2  Thine  forever !  Lord  of  life, 
Shield  us  through  the  earthly  strife  ; 
Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

3  Thine  forever  !  Oh,  how  blest 
They  who  find  in  Thee  their  rest ; 
Saviour,  Guardian,  heavenly  Friend, 
Oh,  defend  us  to  the  end. 

4  Thine  forever  !  Saviour,  keep 
These  Thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep  ; 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care, 

Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share. 

5  Thine  forever !  Thou  our  Guide, 
All  our  wants  by  Thee  supplied, 
All  our  sins  by  Thee  forgiven, 
Lead  us,  Lord,  from  earth  to  heaven. 

Mary  F.  Mauds, 


HOLY  COMMUNION. 


235 


543 


BOYLSTON.     S.  M. 


DR.  LOWELL  MASON.      1792-1872. 


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For  food  He  gives  His  flesh  ; 

He  bids  us  drink  His  blood ; 
Amazing  favor,  matchless  grace 

Of  our  descending  God  ! 

The  sacred  elements 

Remain  mere  wine  and  bread  ; 
But  signify  and  seal  the  love 

Of  Christ  our  cov'nant  head. 

This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  interest  in  His  death. 

Our  heavenly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  His  members  one  ; 

We  the  young  children  of  His  love, 
And  He  the  first-born  Son. 

We  are  but  several  parts 
Of  the  same  broken  bread  ; 

One  body  hath  its  several  limbs, 
But  Jesus  is  the  head. 

Let  all  our  powers  be  joined 
His  glorious  name  to  raise  ; 


Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind, 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 


544 


/.  Watts. 


1  Jesus,  we  thus  obe}- 

Thy  last  and  kindest  word, 

And  in  Thine  own  appointed  way 

We  come  to  meet  Thee,  Lord. 

2  Thus  we  remember  Thee, 
And  take  this  bread  and  wine 
As  Thine  own  d}ing  legacy, 
And  our  redemption's  sign. 

3  Thy  presence  makes  the  feast ; 
Now  let  our  spirits  feel 

The  glory  not  to  be  expressed, 
The  jo}-  unspeakable. 

4  With  high  and  heavenly  bliss 
Thou  dost  our  spirits  cheer  ; 
Thy  house  of  banqueting  is  this, 
And  Thou  hast  brought  us  here. 

5  Now  let  our  souls  be  fed 
With  manna  from  above, 

And  over  us  Th}'  banner  spread 
Of  everlasting  love. 


545 


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accept   Thy   love:       'Tis   a   rich  banquet 


2  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven, 


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Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord, 
I'd  give  them  all  to  Thee  ; 

ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmony. 


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2  When  the  weary  ones  we  love 
Enter  on  their  rest  above, 
Seems  the  earth  so  poor  and  vast, 
All  our  life-joy  overcast  ? 
Hush,  be  every  murmur  dumb  ; 
It  is  only— "Till  He  come." 

3  See,  the  feast  of  love  is  spread, 
Drink  the  wine,  and  break  the  bread  ; 
Sweet  memorials, — till  the  Lord 
Call  us  round  His  heavenly  board  ; 
Some  from  earth,  from  glor}'  some, 
Severed  only — "Till  He  come." 

E.  H.  Bickersteth. 


547 

1  Bread  of  heaven  !  on  Thee  we  feed, 
For  Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  : 

Ever  may  our  souls  be  fed 
"With  this  true  and  living  Bread : 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied 
Through  the  life  of  Him  that  died. 

2  Vine  of  heaven  !  Thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  : 

Lord,  Thy  wounds  our  healing  give ; 
To  Thy  cross  we  look  and  live  : 
Jesus,  ma}r  we  ever  be 
Grafted,  rooted,  built  in  Thee. 

Josiah  Conder.    1836 


ORDINATION  AND  INSTALLATION. 


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REV.  —  BROWN. 

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040         MONSON.     C.  M. 

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On  them  Thy  Holy  Spirit  pour, 
And  crown  them  with  success. 

3  Endow  them  with  a  heavenly  mind  ; 
Supply  their  every  need  ; 
Make  them  in  spirit  meek,  resigned, 
But  bold  in  word  and  deed. 

In  every  tempting,  trying  hour, 
Uphold  them  by  Thy  grace, 
And  guard  them  by  Thy  mighty  power, 
Till  they  shall  end  their  race. 

Thomas  Morell.    1818. 


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2  Within  Thy  temple  when  they  stand, 
To  teach  the  truth  as  taught  by  Thee, 
Saviour,  like  stars  in  Thy  right  hand, 
Let  all  Thy  Church's  pastors  be. 

550 


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3  Wisdom,  and  zeal,  and  love  impart, 

Firmness  and  meekness  from  above, 
To  bear  Thy  people  in  his  heart 
And  love  the  souls  whom  Thou  dost  love. 

4  To  love,  and  pray,  and  never  faint, 

By  day  and  night  their  guard  to  keep, 
To  warn  the  sinner,  form  the  saint, 
To  feed  Thy  lambs,  and  tend  Thy  sheep. 

5  So,  when  their  work  is  finished  here, 

They  may  in  hope  their  charge  resign  : 
So,  when  their  Master  shall  appear, 
They  may  with  crowns  of  glory  shine. 

James  Montgomery. 


GERMANY.     L.  M. 


MJDWIG  VON  BEETHOVEN.      1770-1827. 


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2  Clothe  Thou  with  energy  divine 
Their  words,  and  let  those  words  be  Thine  ; 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain, 

Nor  let  them  labor,  Lord,  in  vain. 

3  Let  thronging  multitudes  around 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound  ; 
And  light  through  distant  realms  be  spread, 
Till  Zion  rears  her  drooping  head.  B.  Beddome. 


■  ^.    l,|J. 


W.  W.  BENTLEY. 


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Thy  strength  divine  impart, 
And,"  in  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 
Cheer  Thou  their  fainting  heart. 

3  In  holy  watchfulness  and  prayer, 

O  keep  them  near  Thy  side  ; 
May  they  with  loving  zeal  declare 
A  Saviour  crucified. 

4  Great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep,  draw  near, 

Thy  Spirit  now  be  given  ; 
That  they  who  preach,  and  those  who  hear, 
May  sing  Thy  praise  in  heaven. 


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552 


ORDINATION  AND  INSTALLATION. 


MISSIONARY  CHANT. 

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L.  M. 


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be  saved  who  trnsts  my  word ; 


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2  "I'll  make  your  great  commission  known, 
And  ye  shall  prove  my  Gospel  true 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 

By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands ; 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

4  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  His  head; 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  He  rode ; 


554 


They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

Isaac  Watts.    170T 

553 

1  Ye  Christian  heralds  !  go  proclaim 
Salvation  through  Immanuel's  name  ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  Rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire, 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more, — 
Meet  with  the  blood-bought  throng,  to  fall, 
And  crown  our  Jesus — Lord  of  all ! 

B.  H.  Draper,  1808. 


FERGUSON. 


S.  M. 


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Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 

Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  His  sight, 
For  awful  is  His  name. 

3  Watch  !  'tis  your  Lord's  command  : 

And,  while  we  speak,  He's  near : 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  0  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

Philip  Doddridge.    17-10. 

555 

1  Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand ; 


To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed  j 
Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  And  duly  shall  appear 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

3  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain ; 
Cold,  heat,  the  moist  and  dry, 

Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

4  Then,  when  the  glorious  end, 
The  day  of  God,  shall  come, 

The  angel-reapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  sing  "Harvest  home  I " 

Jas,  Montgomery, 


ORDINATION  AND  INSTALLATION. 


239 


556 


APOLLOS.     S.  M.  D. 


LOWELL  MASON. 


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And  words  of  peace  re-veal.     How  charming  is   their  voice!  How  sweet  their  tidings   are! 

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"Zi  •  on,      be  -  hold    thy      Sav-iour       King;       He        reigns         and     tri-umphs      here." 

r^  |!i'  -irr  if  ififeM'  fiFS 


Per.  O.  Ditson-  A  Co. 

2  How  happy  are  our  ears. 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound. 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 
How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

3  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 
The  Lord  makes  bare  His  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour,  and  their  God. 

Isaac  Watt*.    1707. 

557 

1  Lord  of  the  harvest !  hear 

Thy  needy  servants  cry  ; 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 


And  all  our  wants  supply. 
On  Thee  we  humbly  wait ; 

Our  wants  are  in  Thy  view  ; 
The  harvest  truly,  Lord  !  is  great, 

The  laborers  are  few. 

2  Convert  and  send  forth  more 
Into  Thy  Church  abroad  ; 

And  let  them  speak  Th}-  word  of  power, 

As  workers  with  their  God. 
Give  the  pure  Gospel-word, 

The  word  of  general  grace  ; 
Thee  let  them  preach,  the  common  Lord, 

The  Saviour  of  our  race. 

3  Oh,  let  them  spread  Thy  name  ; 
Their  mission  fully  prove  ; 

Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, 

Thy  all-redeeming  love. 
On  all  mankind  forgiven, 

Empower  them  still  to  call, 
And  tell  each  creature  under  heaven, 

That  Thou  hast  died  for  all. 

C.  Wesley. 


240 

558 


CORNER-STONE  AND  CHURCH  CONSECRATION. 


ALEXANDER.     L.  M. 


C.  EVEREST. 


I  ~&-    -#"    '&'  .   *T  — ^  II  II 


I 

1.    0    Lord   of  hosts,  whose  glo  -  ry  fills  The  bounds  of  the 


ter  -  nal  hills,  And  yet   Touch-safes   in  Chris  -  tian 


-jj  The  beauty  of  the  oak  and  pine, 

fcMzthzzz:^F=ifz:=@=^Rzfl  The  gold  and  silver,  they  are  Thine. 

'~T~  1     l~r    I f  -J- -^-        4  To  Thee  they  all  pertain  ;  to  Thee 

lands,    To  dwell    in    tem  -  pics  made  with  hands.      The  treasures  of  the  earth  and  sea  ; 


And  when  we  bring  them  to  Tlry  throne, 
.ft    &-      We  render,  Lord,  to  Thee  Thine  own. 


~1~~ tTT -^=-*~ r '^ ]-0-cf?-f'-r<5>-  ii  We  render,  Lord,  to  Thee  Thine  o\ 
^z^z:^z^ip^ziSip^zz:gzp^Zfi_ppzz^:  5  The  architects  endue  with  skill : 
— I         i~~  I       !"  I      s— [~~  I      f~~  The  hands  that  work  preserve  fron 


2  O  grant  that  we,  who  here  to-day 
Rejoicing  this  foundation  lay. 
May  be  in  very  deed  Thine  own, 
Built  on  the  precious  Corner-stone. 

3  Endue  the  creatures  with  Thy  grace, 
That  shall  adorn  Thy  dwelling-place  j 

0*)\J        SAMPSON. 

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preserve  from  ill ; 
May  all,  who  build  this  house  to  Thee, 
Built  in  Thy  heavenly  temple  be. 
6  Both  now  and  ever,  Lord,  protect 
The  temple  of  Thine  own  elect ; 
Be  Thou  in  them,  and  they  in  Thee, 
0  ever  blessed  Trinity.  John  m.  Neaie. 


pie, 


HANDEL. 


EEESEJE333EI 


Lord,  to     Thee  : 
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i^^si 


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1 — X 


ght  ai 


pen  nig 


day, 


To  guard  this  house  and  sanc-tu  -  ary.      A-men. 


2  Here,  when  Thy  people  seek  Thy  face, 
And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 

Hear  Thou  in  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  Thou  nearest,  O  forgive. 

3  Here,  when  Thy  messengers  proclaim 
The  blessed  Gospel  of  Thy  Son, 

Still  by  the  power  of  His  great  name 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

4  Hosanna  !  to  their  heavenly  King, 
When  children's  voices  raise  that  song, 


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Hosanna  !  let  their  angels  sing 

And  heaven  with  earth  the  strain  prolong 

5  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 
Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest ! 

Will  here  the  world's  Redeemer  reign  ? 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

6  That  glory  never  hence  depart  ? 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone: 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart, 
In  every  bosom  fix  Thy  throne. 

James  Montgomery. 


560 


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241 


WALTHAM. 
J-    I        I 


8s,  7s.    6  lines. 


H.  J.  GAUN'TLETT. 


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2  All  that  dedicated  City 
Dearly  loved  by  God  on  high, 

In  exultant  jubilation 

Pours  perpetual  melody  ; 
God  the  One,  and  God  the  Trinal, 

Singing  everlastingly. 

3  To  this  temple,  where  we  call  Thee, 
Come,  O  Lord  of  Hosts,  to-day, 

"With  Thy  wonted  loving-kindness 
Hear  Thy  people  as  the\~  pray  ; 

And  Thy  fullest  benediction 
Shed  within  its  walls  for  aye. 


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'  4  Here  vouchsafe  to  all  Thy  servants 

What  they  supplicate  to  gain  : 
Here  to  have  and  hold  for  ever 

Those  good  things  their  prayers  obtain: 
And  hereafter  in  Thy  glory 

With  Thy  blessed  ones  to  reign. 
5  Laud  and  honor  to  the  Father  ; 

Laud  and  honor  to  the  Son  ; 
Laud  and  honor  to  the  Spirit ; 

Ever  Three  and  ever  One: 
Consubstantial,  Co-eternal, 

While  unending  ages  run. 

Latin  Hymn.     Trans.  John  M.  Xeale. 


S.  HOWARD. 


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2  Chosen  of  God.  to  sinners  dear, 
How  glorious  is  Thy  name  ! 

Saints  trust  their  whole  salvation  here 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 
Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 

16 


r 

Yet  on  this  Rock  the  Church  shall  rest, 

And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood, 

Yet  must  this  building  rise  ; 

'Tis  Thine  own  work,  Almighty  God, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes.  ^  Woah. 


242 

562 


CORNER-STONE  AND  CHURCH  CONSECRATION. 


SUTHERLAND. 


H.  M. 


WM.  B.  BRADBURY,   1844. 


....  _  _    __.         .  .'...       ..  > -^    I  si— I 


f    Christ  is  our  Corner-stone;  On  Him  a-lone  we  build 
'  \  With  His  true  saints  alone  The  courts  of  heav'n  are  filled 


-«-  -<&=. 


SgMi! 


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I  On  His  great  love  Our  hopes  we  place, 

Ha    l...-i»-J-i    i 


Mil. 

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I    I 

ent  grace,  And  joys  a-bove. 

'I         -     I   li 

<g-y*r— 


iPfilp 


2  Oh,  then,  with  hymns  of  praise 
These  hallowed  courts  shall  ring  ! 
Our  voices  we  will  raise, 


The  Three  in  One  to  sing ; 

And  thus  proclaim  I  Both  loud  and  long, 

In  joyful  song,  |  That  glorious  Name. 

3  Here,  gracious  God,  do  Thou 
For  evermore  draw  nigh  ; 
Accept  each  faithful  vow, 
And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh  : 

In  copious  shower,"  I  Each  holy  day, 
On  all  who  pray,       |  Thy  blessings  pour. 

4  Here  may  we  gain  from  heaven 
The  grace  which  we  implore, 
And  may  that  grace,  once  given, 
Be  with  us  evermore, — 

Until  that  day  I  To  endless  rest 

When  all  the  blest  |  Are  called  away. 


563 


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-JOHN  P.  WILKES. 

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1.  Lord  of  hosts !  to  Thee  we  raise  Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise :  Thou  thy  people's  hearts  prepare,  Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 


I     I 


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2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 
With  Thy  word,  the  heavenly 

bread : 
Here,  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 
May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 

0(54:        ST. JOHN'S 

g— r-J-4 


3  Here  to  Thee  a  temple  stand 
While  the   sea  shall  gird  the 

land  : 
Here  reveal  Thy  mercy  sure, 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 


4  Hallelujah  !— earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply  : 
Hallelujah  !  hence  ascend 
Prayer  and  praise  till  time 
shall  end. 

English  Tune. 


I.  O  Thou, whose  own  vast  temple  stands,  Built  o -ver  earth  and  sea,   Ac-cept     the  walls    that 

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niwrian  hands  Have  raised  to  worship  Thee. 

23J-l_kl*.  -«-  ^ 


dX| J4~— LNd—f   '|    j    I     lCH3 

2  Lord,  from  Thine  inmost  priory  send, 
Within  these  courts  to  bide, 


The  peace  that  dwelleth  without  end, 
Serenely  by  Thy  side ! 

3  May  erring  minds  that  worship  here 

Be  taught  the  better  way ; 
And  they  who  mourn  and  they  who  fear, 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray. 

4  May  faith  grow  firm,  and  love  grow  warm, 

And  pure  devotion  rise, 
While  round  these  hallowed  walls  the  storm 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies. 

W.  C.  Bryant. 


CORNER-STONE  AND  CHURCH  CONSECRATION. 


343 


565 


GRIGG.     C.  M. 
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JOSEPH  GRIQO. 


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tents  be-side,  Where  Is-rael 


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faithful  wait. 


I 

2  Accept  our  works,  and  hear  our  vows, 
Unworthy  though  we  be  ; 

And  look  in  mercy  on  the  house 
We  dedicate  to  Thee. 

3  Here  answer  Thou,  as  Thou  art  wont, 
Th}*  people  when  they  pray  ; 

Here  in  the  waters  of  Thy  font 
Let  sin  be  washed  away. 


I 

4  Here  set  Thy  Confirmation's  seal 
For  ghostly  strength  and  good  ; 

Here  give  Thy  people,  as  they  kneel, 
Their  Saviour's  Flesh  and  Blood. 

5  If  after  sin  they  seek  Thy  face, 
And  by  Thy  precepts  live, 

Hear  Thou  in  heaven  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  Thou  hear'st,  forgive  ! 

6  If  there  be  famine  in  the  land, 
Or  pestilence,  or  foe, 

Stretch  out   from   heaven  Thy   strong 
right  hand, 
When  here  Thy  flock  fall  low. 

7  Bless  those,  0  Lord,  and  hear  their  cry, 
That  raised  Thy  temple  here  : 

That  in  Thy  house  beyond  the  sky, 
With  joy  they  may  appear  ! 

John  M.  Neale. 


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2  Enter  with  all  Thv  glorious  train, 
Thy  Spirit  and  Thy  word  ; 

All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 


3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 
Here  let  Thy  praise  be  spread ; 

Bless  the  provisions  of  Thy  house, 
And  fill  Thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 
Let  God's  Anointed  shine  ; 

Justice  and  truth  His  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

5  Here  let  Him  hold  a  lasting  throne, 
And  as  His  kingdom  grows, 

Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  His  crown, 
And  shame  confound  His  foes. 

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Ot>7         GLADSTONE.     L.  M. 


CORNER-STONE  AND  CHURCH  CONSECRATION. 


W.  H.  GLADSTONE. 


G  -  ter  -  nal   God,        On  earth  es  -  tab-lish  Thine  a  -  bode  ?    Then  look  pro-pi-tious  from   Thy 

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11  And  Thou,  descending,  fill  the  place, 


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Here  may  the  great  Redeemer  reign 
And  take  this    tem-ple    for  Thine  own.       With  all  the  graces  of  His  train  ; 
#     |  While  power  divine  His  word  attends, 

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When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 


2  These  walls  we  to  Thine  honor  raise 
Long  may  they  echo  in  Thy  praise, 

OOO        BUSCHE.     L.  M. 


May  it  before  the  world  appear 
Thousands  were  born  for  glory  here. 

Philip  Doddridge, 
Arr.  by  Schwing. 


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2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high — 
The  broad,  illimitable  sky  ; 

He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea,  the  sky,  and  "all  was  good  ;  " 
And  when  its  first  few  praises  rang, 
The  "morning  stars  together  sang," 


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4  Lord,  'tis  not  ours  to  make  the  sea, 
And  earth,  and  sky,  a  house  for  Thee  ; 
But  in  Thy  sight  our  offering  stands, 
An  humbler  temple,  "made  with  hands." 

5  We  cannot  bid  the  morning  star 
To  sing  how  bright  Thy  glories  are  ; 
But,  Lord,  if  Thou  wilt  meet  us  here, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  the  christian's  tear. 

Nathaniel  P.  Willis.    1825*- 


569 


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245 


PILESGROVE. 


L.  M. 


English  Tune. 


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2  Here  let  Thy  holy  days  be  kept ; 
And  be  this  place  to  worship  given, 

Like  that  bright  spot  where  Jacob  slept, 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven. 

3  Here  may  Thine  honor  dwell;  and  here, 
As  incense,  let  Thy  children's  prayer, 

From  contrite  hearts  and  lips  sincere, 
Rise  on  the  still  and  holy  air. 


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4  Here  be  Thy  praise  devoutly  sung ; 
Here  let  Thy  truth  beam  forth  to  save, 

As  when,  of  old,  Thy  Spirit  hung, 
On  wings  of  light,  o'er  Jordan's  wave. 

5  And  when  the  lips,  that  with  Thy  name 
Are  vocal  now,  to  dust  shall  turn, 

On  others  may  devotion's  flame 
Be  kindled  here,  and  purely  burn  ! 

J.  Pierpont. 


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3  Here  Jesus  to  His  own 
His  body  gives  for  food  ; 

And    stays   their  thirst   with  draughts 
Of  His  most  precious  blood,     [divine 

4  For  sick  and  guilty  souls 
\  1 1 "  f  — f~rg~T|       Sure  mercies  here  abound  : 
tzpizizizEpzH  The  Judge  in  tenderness  acquits ; 


2  Here  are  the  healing  streams 

To  cleanse  the  sin-defiled  : 
Here  God  the  Spirit  with  His  strength 

Endows  the  new-born  child. 


Grace  heals  the  deadly  wound. 
5  Yea,  God,  whose  throne  is  heaven, 

Deigns  here  to  dwell,  and  train 
The  souls  that  worship  Him,  and  strive 

His  home  above  to  gain. 

Isaac  William*.    X8U. 


246 


BURIAL. 


ZEPHYR.     L.  M. 


WILLIAM  B.  BEADBUET.      1844. 


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2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 
Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell; 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies, 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  sa4y, 
"How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies!" 

A.  L.  Barbauld. 

572 

1  Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are  ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 

And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away, 
We  still  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 


Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed  ! 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  d}'ing  bed 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  His  breast  I  lean  my  head,' 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there  f 

Isaac  Watts, 

573 

1  Through  every  age,  eternal  God  ! 
Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode  ; 
High  was  Thy  throne  ere  heaven  was  made, 
Or  earth  Thy  humble  footstool  laid. 

2  But  man,  weat  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  ; 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  was  just, 
"Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust." 

3  A  thousand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  Thine  account ; 
Like  yesterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  last  watch  of  ending  night. 

4  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream  ; 
An  empty  tale  ,  a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  hour. 

5  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  how  frail  is  man, 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span  ; 
Till  faith,  and  love,  and  piety 

I  Fit  us  to  die  and  dwell  with  Thee. 

Isaac  Watts. 


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BURIAL. 


247 


REST.     L.  M 


W.  B.  BRADBURY.      1816-18G8. 

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2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  Oh  !  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet, 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing — 

That  death  hath  lost  his  venomed  sting  ! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest  ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  Oh  !  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  ! 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

Margaret  Mackay.     1832. 

575 

1  The  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 
The  flowing  tear,  the  heaving  sigh, 
When  righteous  persons  fall  around, 
When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die. 

2  Yet    not     one    anxious  murmuring 

thought 
Should  with  our  mourning  passions  blend ; 
Nor  would  our  bleeding  hearts  forget 
The  almighty  ever-living  Friend. 

3  Beneath  a  numerous  train  of  ills. 
Our  feeble  flesh  and  heart  may  fail  ; 


Yet  shall  our  hope  in  Thee,  our  God, 
O'er  every  gloomy  fear  prevail. 

4  Parent  and  husband,  guard  and  guide, 
Thou  art  each  tender  name  in  one  ; 

On  Thee  we  cast  our  every  care, 
And  comfort  seek  from  Thee  alone. 

5  Our  Father  God,  to  Thee  we  look, 
Our  rock,  our  portion,  and  our  friend  ; 
And  on  Thy  covenant-love  and  truth, 
Our  sinking  souls  shall  still  depend. 

576 

1  Unvail  ttry  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ! 
Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 

And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 
Invade  thy  bounds  ; — no  mortal  woes, 

Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ;  God's  dying  Son 
Passed  thro'  the  grave  and  blessed  the 

bed! 
I  Best  here,  blest  saint!  till  from  His  throne 
The  morning  break,   and   pierce  the 
shade. 

4  Break  from  His  throne,  illustrious  morn  ! 
Attend,  O  earth  !  His  sovereign  word  ; 

Bestore  thy  trust ; — a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 

Isaac   Watts. 


248 


BURIAL. 


GREENWOOD. 


S.  M. 


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J.  E.  SWEETSER. 

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2  It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 


578 


And  wake,  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

3  It  is  not  death  to  fling 
Aside  this  sinful  dust, 

And  rise,  on  strong  exulting  wing, 
To  live  among  the  just. 

4  Jesus,  Thou  Prince  of  life  ! 
Thy  chosen  cannot  die  ; 

Like  Thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 
To  reign  with  Thee  on  high. 

George  W.  Bethune.    1847. 


BRIDES. 


S.  M. 


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5  Oh,  for  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  ! 
Oh,  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward  ! 

J.  Montgomery. 


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1  The  pity  of  the  Lord 


2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground 
In  silent  hope  may  lie, 

Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar, 
On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 
And  reign  with  Him  above. 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 
Through  long,  succeeding  years, 
Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 
Our  praises  and  our  tears. 


To  those  that  fear  His  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 
Scattered  with  every  breath  ; 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 
Or  like  the  morning  flower ; 

If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

4  But  Thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure  ; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure.    Isaac  Watts, 


BURIAL. 


240 


580 


VIGIL.     S.  M. 


ST.  ALBAN'8  TUNE  BOOK. 


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For  life  is  one  glad  da}-, 

And  tears  are  of  those  former  things 
Which  all  have  passed  away. 

3  There  is  no  want  in  heaven ; 
The  Lamb  of  God  supplies 


ORIEL.     L.  M. 


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Life's  tree  of  twelve-fold  fruitage  still, 
Life's  spring  which  never  dries. 

4  There  is  no  sin  in  heaven  ; 
Behold  that  blessed  throng ! 

All  holy  is  their  spotless  robe, 
All  holy  is  their  song. 

5  There  is  no  death  in  heaven ; 
For  they  who  gain  that  shore 

Have,  won  their  immortality, 
And  they  can  die  no  more. 

6  There  is  no  death  in  heaven  ; 
But  when  the  Christian  dies, 

The  angels  wait  his  parted  soul, 
And  waft  it  to  the  skies  ! 

F.  W.  KnoUi*. 

W.  B.  BRADBURY. 


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2  The  storm  that  sweeps  the  wintry  sky 
No  more  disturbs  their  deep  repose, 

Than  summer  evening's  latest  sigh, 
That  shuts  the  rose.     That  shuts,  &c. 

3  Then,  traveller  in  the  vale  of,  tears, 
To  realms  of  everlasting  light, 


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Through  time's  dark  wilderness  of  years, 
Pursue  th}-  flight.     Pursue,  &c. 

4  Thy  soul,  renewed  by  grace  divine, 
In  God's  own  image,   freed  from  clay, 

In  heaven's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine, 
A  star  of  day.     A  star,  &c. 

James  Montgomery. 


250 

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#      r~      The  law  gave  sin  its  strength  and  power, 
5,  They  reign  with  Him  on  high."       But  Christ,  our  ransom,  died  ! 

.(z.  .j!J  4  The  graves  of  all  His  saints  He  blessed, 

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2  Then  why  lament  departed  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms? 

Death's  but  the  servant  Jesus  sends 
To  call  us  to  His  arms. 


To  everlasting  da}7, 
5  Then  joyfully,  while  life  we  have, 

To  Christ  our  life,  we'll  sing  : 
"Where  is  thy  victory,  O  grave  ? 

And  where,  O  death,  thy  sting  ?  " 


OOd        DUNDEE.     C.  M. 

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As  months  and  days  increase  ; 

And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  the  small  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 
The  breath  at  first  it  gave  ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  traveling  to  the  grave. 


4  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the 
ground 

push  us  to  the  tomb ; 
fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 
Hang  everlasting  things  ! 

The  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endless  woe 
Attends  on  every  breath  ! 

And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  Waken,  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 
To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 


May  they  be  found  with  God. 


Isaac  Watts, 


5S1 


BURIAL. 


251 


CHERITH. 


C.  M. 


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I,      1        I 


SPOHR, 

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1840. 


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i.  As    Je-sus  died,  and  rose  a-gain     Vic-torious  from  the  dead,     So  His     dis-ci  -  pies  rise,  and 

11! 


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reign       With  their     tri  -  um-phant  Head. 
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2  The  time  draws  nigh,  when  from  the  clouds, 
Christ  shall  with  shouts  descend  ; 

And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
The  heavens  and  earth  shall  rend. 

OaO        CHINA. 

— - 


3  Then  they  who  live  shall  changed  be, 
And  they  who  sleep  shall  wake ; 

The  graves  shall  yield  their  ancient  charge, 
And  earth's  foundations  shake. 

4  The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free, 
With  joy  shall  mount  on  high: 

The  heavenly  host,  with  praises  loud, 
Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 

5  Together  to  their  Father's  house, 
With  joyful  hearts,  they  go  ; 

And  dwell  forever  with  the  Lord, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  woe. 

Michael  Bruce.    1768. 

SWAN. 

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2  They  die  in  Jesus  and  are  bless'd  ; 
How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 

From  suffringa  and  from  sin  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
They're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 

The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 

End  in  a  large  reward.  isaac  Watu. 

586 

1  My  faith  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave 
And  trample  on  the  tomb; 


SililiiBilii 


1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  on  the  clouds  shall  come. 

2  I  know  that  He  shall  soon  appear 
In  power  and  glory  meet ; 

And  death,  the  last  of  all  His  foes, 
Lie  vanquished  at  His  feet. 

3  Then,  though  the  grave  my  flesh  devour 
And  hold  me  for  its  prey. 

I  know  my  sleeping  dust  shall  rise 
On  the  last  judgment-day. 

4  I,  in  my  flesh,  shall  see  my  God, 
When  He  on  earth  shall  stand  ; 

I  shall  with  all  His  saints  ascend 
To  dwell  at  His  right  hand. 

5  Then  shall  He  wipe  all  tears  away. 
And  hush  the  rising  groan; 

And  pains  and  sighs  and  griefs  and  fears 
Shall  ever  be  unknown. 


252 

587 


BURIAL. 


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1 
2  In  this  world  of  care  and  pain, 

Lord,  Thou  wouldst  no  longer  leave  it; 
To  the  sunny  heavenly  plain 

Thou  dost  now  with  joy  receive  it ; 
Clothed  in  robes  of  spotless  white, 
Now  it  dwells  with  Thee  in  light. 


3  Ah,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  that  we 
Where  it  lives  may  soon  be  living, 

And  the  lovely  pastures  see 

That  its  heavenly  food  are  giving ; 

Then  the  gain  of  death  we  prove, 

Though  Thou  take  what  most  we  love. 


588 


CRAIG. 


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THOS.  O'NEILL. 


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The  heart's  deep  ag-o-ny  ; 


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2  O  God  !  be  Thou  my  stay, 
O  Grod  !  be  Thou  my  stay, 

In  this  dark  hour  ; 
Kindly  each  sorrow  hear, 
Hush  every  troubled  fear, 
Then  let  me  still  revere, 

Still  own  Thy  power. 


In  Thee  alone  I  trust, 
In  Thee  alone  I  trust, 

Thou  Holy  One  ! 
Humbly  to  Thee  I  pray 
That  through  each  troubled  day 
Of  life,  I  still  may  say. 

"  Thy  will  be  done  !  " 


Hall. 


OoJ         BATTY.     8s&7S 


BURIAL. 


253 

German. 


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Thro*  the  changes  Thou'st  de- 

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Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us  Thro'  this  lonely  vale  of  tears  ;  Thro' the  changes  Thou'st  de- 


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creed  us   Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 

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i    i       i    i  ii 

When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 
"When  in  devious  paths  we  stra)', 
Let  Thy  goodness  never  fail  us  ; 
Lead  us  in  Thy  perfect  way. 

In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 
In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 

And,  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 
Bid  us  on  Thy  bosom  rest ; 


I  ,     ,  .      ,  , 

Till  by  angel-bands  attended, 
We  awake  among  the  blest. 

Thos.  Hastings. 

590 

1  Every  thing  we  love  and  cherish 
Hastens  onward  to  the  grave ; 

Earthly  jo}*s  and  pleasures  perish, 
Time  can  nothing,  nothing  save. 

2  All  is  fading,  all  is  fleeing  ; 
Earthlv  flames  must  cease  to  glow, 

Earthly  beings  cease  from  being, 
Earthly  blossoms  cease  to  blow. 

3  Yet  unchanged,  while  all  decaj'eth, 
Jesus  lives,  the  first,  the  last, 

Lean  on  Me  alone,  He  sayeth  ; 
Hope  and  love  and  firmly  trust. 

4  Oh,  abide,  abide  with  Jesus, 
Who  Himself  forever  lives, 

Who  from  death  eternal  frees  us, 
And  who  life  eternal  gives  ! 


591 


BLESSED  ARE  THE  DEAD. 


THOS.  TALLIS. 


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Blessed  are  the  dead,  who  die  in  the  Lord  |  from  hence- j  forth  ;  ||  Yea,  saith  the 

Spirit,  that  the)'  may  rest  from  their  labors,  |and  their  [works  do  follow  them. 
Our  days  on  earth  are  as  a  shadow,  and  there  is  |  none  a-  |  biding ;   ||  We  are 

but  of  yesterday  ;  there  is  but  a  |  step  ■    between  |  us  and  |  death  ; 
Man's  days  are  as  grass  :  as  a  flower  of  the  field,  |  so  he  |  flourisheth  ;  ||  He 

appeareth  for  a  little  time,  then  '  van-ish-  |  eth  a-  |  way. 
Watch  !  for  ye  know  not  what  hour  }'our  |  Lord  doth  |  come  ;  ||  Be  ye  also  ready; 

for  in  such  an  hour  as  ye  think  not,  the  |  Son  of  j  Man—  j  cometh. 
It  is  the  Lord  ;  let  Him  dowhat  |  seemeth  •    him  |  good  ;  ||  The  Lord  gave,  and 

the  Lord  hath  taken  away,  and  |  blessed  •    be  the  I  name  ■    of  the  |  Lord. 
Blessed  are  the  dead,  who  die  in  the  Lord  |  from  hence-|  Ijprth ;  J|  Yea,  saith  the 

Spirit,  that  they  may  rest  from  their  labors,  |  and  their  |  works  do  |  follow 

them. 


254 


BURIAL. 


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1.   The  things  of  the   earth,  in  the  earth  let  us  lay,        The  ash  -  es  with  ash  -  es,   the     dust   with  the  clay : 


Donizetti.    Arr.  by  L.  W.  Bacon.    1866. 

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2  Since  He,  the  Immortal,  hath  entered  the 

gate, 
So  too  shall  we  mortals,  or  sooner  or  late  : 
Then  stand  we  on  Christ ;  let  us  mark  Him 

ascend, 
For  His  is  the  glory  and  life  without  end. 

3  On  earth  with  His  own  ones,  the  Giver  of 

good, 
Bestowing  His  blessing,  a  little  while  stood: 
Now  nothing  can  part  us,  nor  distance,  nor 

foes, 
For  lo  !  He  is  with  us,  and  who  can  oppose? 


593 


CHANT.— Beyond  the  Smiling. 


III       l    rr  '  1 

4  So,  Lord,  we  commit  this  our  brother  to 

Thee, 
Whose  body  is  dead,  but  whose  spirit  is  free: 
We  know  that  through  grace,  when  our  life 

here  is  done, 
We  live  still  in  Thee,  and  forever  in  one. 

5  All  glory  to  Thee,  Father,  Spirit,  and  Son, 
Who  Three  art  in  Person,  in  substance  but 

One, 
In  whom  we  have  victory  over  the  grave, 
Who    lovest  Thy  people    to   pardon    and 

save. 

From  the  Greek.     Trans.  Jno.  M.  Male,  186i. 


W.  A.  TARBUTTON. 


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2  Beyond  the  blooming,  and  the  fading, 

I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  shining,  and  the  shading, 
Beyond  the  hoping,  and  the  dreading, 

I  shall  be  soon. 

3  Beyond  the  parting, 'and  the  meeting, 

I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  farewell,  and  the  greeting, 


Beyond  the  pulse's  fever  beating, 
I  shall  be  soon. 

4  Beyond  the  frost-chain,  and  the  fever, 
I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  rock-waste,  and  the  river, 
Beyond  the  ever,  and  the  never, 
1  shall  be  soon. 

Horalius  Bonar. 


BURIAL-. 


CHANT.— "Gathering  Home. 


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255 


W.  O.  PEKKINS. 


1.  They're  gathering  homeward  from  ev-'ry  laud,   One  by  one,   one  by  one,     And  their  weary  feet  touch  the 

re  they  rest,  they  pen thro'  the  strife  One  by  one,   one  by  one,   Thro'  the  waters  of  death  they.- 

;?.  We  too*  shall  come  to  the riv-er  side,    One  by  one,  one  by  one,  We  are  nearer  its  waters  each 

4.  Jesus,  Redeemer,  we look  to  Thee,   One  by  one,   one  by  one,  We  lift  up  our  voices , 

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ford  on  their  way  to  the heav'nly   hill,       To        others  the  waves  run fierce-ly  and  wild, 

Now  and  again  through  our life's  deep  dream  ;  Some  times  the  floods  all  the banks  o-ver-flow, 

know  not  the  place  where  our...  feet  may  hold,   May   Thou  who  didst  pass  through  in    deep  mid-night, 

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Where  the  Lamb  of  God  His saints  doth  lead. 

Yet  they      reach  the  home  of  the un  -de  -  filed. 

And  sometimes  in  ripples  and    small  waves  go. 

Stand  by  us,  and  guide  us,  -our    staff  and  light. 


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HARVEST  AND  THANKSGIVING. 


0\fO        THANKSGIVING  HYMN.     ios. 


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I.   Thanks  be      to      God      for     His    won  -  der  -  ful     love! 


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2  Thanks  for  the  gift  of  His  only  dear  Son  ! 

Thanks  for  His  goodness  life's  journey  to  run! 

Thanks  for  the  summer  and  winter  be- 
tween ! 

Thanks  for  the  autumn  and  spring  ever- 
green ! 

Thanks  for  the  air,  and  for  winds,  and  for  sky! 

Thanks  for  the  sun,  and  for  stars  upon  high! 

Thanks  for  the  moon,  and  for  day  and  for 
night! 

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3  Praise  His  great  name!  let  the  nations  adore; 
Redeemer  and  Saviour,  God  evermore  ; 
Enthroned  with  the  angels,  blessed  above  ; 
Praise  Him.  O  earth,  for  His  wonderful  love! 
Praise  Him,  ye  smallest  and  greatest  of  all ! 
Praise  Him,  ye  kindred  that  rise  from  the 

fall! 
Praise  Him,  ye  children  of  weakness  and 

death ! 
Praise  Him  !  O  praise  Him  !  all  ye  that  have 

breath  ! 

George  D.  Emerson. 


590 


HARVEST  AND  THANKSGIVING. 


267 


MILES   LANE.     C.  M. 


W.  SHRUBSOLE. 


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I.     Shine  on  our  land,  Je  -  ho-vah,  shine  With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  I    Reveal  Thy  pow'r  thro' 
And    show  Thy  smil-ing       face,       And  show   Thy     smil  -  ing         face. 


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2  Here  fix  Thy  throne  exalted  high, 
And  here  our  glory  stand  ; 

And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire 
Surround  Thy  favorite  land. 

3  When  shall  Thy  name  from  shore  to 

shore 
Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

4  Earth  shall  confess  her  Makers  hand, 
And  yield  a  full  increase ; 

Our  God  will  crown  His  chosen  land 
With  fruitfulness  and  peace. 

5  God,  the  Redeemer,  scatters  round 
His  choicest  favors  here, 

While  the  creation's  utmost  bound 
Shall  see,  adore,  and  fear. 

Isaac  Waits. 

597 

1  0  blessed  Lord  !  the  earth  is  Thine, 
By  Thy  creative  hand 

The  golden  harvests  crown  the  year, 
And  deck  the  fertile  land. 

2  O  blessed  Lord  !  Thou  Bread  of  life 
That  cometh  down  from  heaven ! 

Supplies  of  everlasting  food 
By  Thee  to  man  are  given. 

3  Thy  Godhead  is  the  well-spring,  Lord, 
The  pure,  exhaustless  source, 

From  which  the}'  flow,  through  age  to  age 
In  never-ending  course. 
17 


4  In  channels  formed  by  Thee  they  flow, 
In  rivulets  of  grace, 

Refreshing  all  who  wander  here 
In  this  world's  desert  place. 

5  0  feed  us  weary  pilgrims,  Lord, 
And  to  Thy  Zion  bring, 

To  keep  a  heavenly  feast  with  Thee, 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

C.  Wordsworth. 

59S 

1  Lord,  in  Thy  name  Thy  servants  plead, 
And  Thou  hast  sworn  to  hear  : 

Thine  is  the  harvest,  Thine  the  seed, 
The  fresh  and  fading  year. 

2  Our  Hope,  when  autumn  winds  blew 

wild, 
We  trusted,  Lord,  with  Thee ; 
And  still,  now  spring  has  on  us  smiled, 
We  wait  on  Th}-  decree. 

3  The  former  and  the  latter  rain, 
The  summer  sun  and  air, 

The  green  ear,  and  the  golden  grain, 
All  Thine,  are  ours  by  prayer. 

4  Thine  too  by  right,  and  ours  by  grace, 
The  Spirit's  growth  unseen  ; 

The  hopes  that  soothe,  the   fears  that 
brace, 
The  love  that  shines  serene. 

5  So  grant  the  precious  fruits  brought 

forth 
By  sun  and  moon  below, 
That  Thee  in  Thy  new  heaven  and  earth 
We  never  may  forego,      joh*  Kebu,  d»i. 


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258 

599 


HARVEST  AND  THANKSGIVING. 


AMERICA.     6S&4S. 


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2  My  native  country,  thee — 
Land  of  the  noble  free— 
Thy  name  I  love  : 
1  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills, 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 
Like  that  above. 


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freedom    ring! 

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3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 
Sweet  freedom's  song ! 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake  ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake  ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 
The  sound  prolong ! 


600 


13 


SCHUBERT.    8s  &  7s. 


4  Our  fathers'  God  !  to  Thee, 

Author  of  liberty, 

To  Thee  we  sing  ; 

Long  may  our  land  be  bright 

With  freedom's  holy  light ; 

Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King  ! 

S.  F.  Smith. 
Arranged  from  Schubert. 


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2  Here  we  bless  Thy  hand  that  gave  us 

Thought  and  feeling,  life  and  limb ; 
Bless  Thy  Son,  who  died  to  save  us, 

In  our  glad  and  joyous  hymn ; 
Bless  Thy  Spirit,  who  doth  make  us 

Fit  to  worship  as  we  ought : 
Father,  leave  not  nor  forsake  us, 

Till  into  Thy  garner  brought. 


3  With  Thy  dews  and  sunshine  tend  us, 

Through  life's  long  and  changeful  year; 
From  the  Enemy  defend  us, 

Lest  the  tares  of  sin  appear. 
Let  Thine  eye  and  hand  the  keepers 

Of  our  souls  for  ever  be, 
Till  Thine  angel  harvest-reapers 

Sheaves  of  glory  bind  for  Thee — Judith  Madan, 


HARVEST  AND  THANKSGIVING.  250 

0"X       EBRARD.    P.M.  Arr.  by  Scuwing.    German  Choral. 

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«  J  Now  thank  we    all    our   God,      With  hearts,  and  hands,  and    voic   -  es,  1  N5 


\  Who  wondrous  things  hath  done, 


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2  Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee 
Thou  didst  indeed  chastise  us  ; 
Yet  still  Thy  goodness  spares, 
And  still  Thy  mercy  tries  us. 
Once  more  our  Father's  hand 

Has  bid  our  sorrows  flee, 
And  peace  rejoice  our  land  : 
Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee. 


602 


DORT.     6s  &  4S. 


3  Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee, 
Whose  goodness  reigneth  o'er  us : 
We  praise  Thy  love  and  power 
In  loud  and  happy  chorus, 
To  heaven  our  song  shall  soar ; 

For  ever  shall  it  be 
Kesounding  o'er  and  o'er ; 
Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee. 

M.  Rinkart,  1644.     Iran.  Catharine  Winkworth,  1858. 

LOWELL   MASON. 


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Yea,  bless  His  holy  name, 
And  joyous  thanks  proclaim 
Through  all  the  earth  j 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  comely  ;  but  be  not 
God's  benefits  forgot 
Amid  your  mirth. 

The  God  of  harvest  praise  ; 
Hands,  heart,  and  voices  raise, 
With  sweet  accord  ; 
From  field  to  garner  throng, 


Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  }*our  harvest  song 
Bless  ye  the  Lord. 

J.  Montgomery. 

603 

God  bless  our  native  land  1 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 
Through  storm  and  night ; 
WHien  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  winds  and  wave, 
Do  Thou  our  country  save 
By  Thy  great  might. 
For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies ; 
On  Him  we  wait : 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  Thee  aloud  we  cry, 
God  save  the  State  ! 

John  S.  Dvighl,  ISM. 


260 

604 


HARVEST  AND  THANKSGIVING. 


DIADEMATA.     S. 


ELVERY. 
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Crown  Him  the  Virgin's  Son  ! 

The  God  Incarnate  born, 
Whose  arm  those  crimson  trophies  won 

Which  now  His  brow  adorn. 

Fruit  of  the  Mystic  Rose, 

True  Branch  of  Jesse's  stem, 
The  Root  whence  mercy  ever  flows, — 

The  Babe  of  Bethlehem  ! 
Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  Love  ! 

Behold  His  hands  and  side,— 


605 


r3:Ei:9si3-^5g3si-p;Es:3^:E^^.-.Eirr:? 

I  **  I  I      I  fwi      I 

Of  Him  who    died  for  thee ;  And  hail  Him    as      thy 
I  I       I  Uj  ■•-  I 

Those  wounds,  yet  visible  above, 

In  beauty  glorified  : 

No  angel  in  the  sky 

Can  fully  bear  that  sight, 
But  downward  bends  His  wondering  eye 

At  mysteries  so  bright. 
Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  Peace  ! 

Whose  power  a  sceptre  sways 
In  heaven  and  earth,  that  wars  may  cease 

And  all  be  prayer  and  praise. 

His  reign  shall  know  no  end  ; 

And  round  His  pierced  feet 
Fair  flowers  of  Paradise  extend 

Their  fragrance  ever  sweet. 
Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  heaven  ! 

One  with  the  Father  known, — 
And  the  blest  Spirit,  through  Him  given 

From  yonder  Triune  throne  ! 

All  hail,  Redeemer,  hail  ! 

For  Thou  hast  died  for  me  : 
Thy  praise  and  glory  shall  not  fail 

Throughout  eternity.  Matthew  Bridges. 


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RUSSIAN  HYMN. 

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L.  M. 


Arranged  by  C.  Everest. 


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His  wondrous  names  and  pow'rs  re-hearse; 

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His   hon  -  ors      shall 


en  -  rich   your  verse. 

I     V 


2  He  rides,  and  thunders  through  the  sky  ; 
His  name,  Jehovah,  sounds  on  high  ! 
Sing  to  His  name,  ye  sons  of  grace  ! 
Ye  saints !  rejoice  before  His  face. 


3  Proclaim  Him  King,  pronounce  Him  blest!; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest ; 
When  terrors  rise  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

Isaac  Watts, 


HARVEST  AND  THANKSGIVING.  261 

liUli         GILEAD.     L.  M. 

1.  All    peo-ple,  that   on   earth  do  dwell!    Sing  to  the  Lord  with  ekeer-ful  voice;  Him  serve  with  fear,  His  praise  fortk 


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2  Know  that  the  Lord  is  good  indeed : 
Without  our  aid  He  did  us  make  ; 

We  are  His  flocjk,  He  doth  us  feed, 
And  for  His  sheep  He  doth  us  take. 

3  Oh,  enter  then  His  gates  with  praise, 
Approach  with  joy  His  courts  unto  ; 

Praise,  laud,  and  bless  His  name  always, 

For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 
1  For  why  ?    The  Lord  our  God  is  good, 

His  mere}'  is  for  ever  sure  ; 


His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 
And  shall  from  age  to  age  endure. 

John  Hopkins,  or  Win.  Kethe,  about  1562. 

607 

1  Let  Zion  praise  the  mighty  God, 
And  make  His  honors  known  abroad, 
For  sweet  the  joy  our  songs  to  raise, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praise. 

2  Our  children  live  secure  and  blest ; 
Our  shores  have  peace,  our  cities  rest ; 
He  feeds  our  sons  with  finest  wheat, 
And  adds  His  blessings  to  their  meat. 

3  Through  all  our  coasts  His  laws  are 

shown, 
His  Gospel  through  the  nation  known ; 
He  hath  not  thus  revealed  His  word 
To  every  land  ;  praise  ye  the  Lord  ! 


60S 


SESSIONS.     L.  M. 


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2  Thy  name  we  bless,  almighty  God ! 
For  all  the  kindness  Thou  hast  shown 
To  this  fair  land  the  pilgrims  trod — 
This  land  we  fondly  call  our  own. 

3  Here  Freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide, 
And  caste  her  soft  and  hallowed  ray  ; 
Here  Thou  our  fathers'  steps  did  guide 
[n  safety  through  their  dangerous  way. 


TTit — i— — 

4  We  praise  Thee  that  the  Gospel's  light 
Through  all  our  land  its  radiance  sheds, 
Dispels  the  shades  of  error's  night, 
And  heavenly  blessings  round  us  spreads. 

5  Great  God  !  preserve  us  in  Thy  fear; 
Tn  dangers  still  our  guardian  be  ; 
0  spread  Thy  troth's  bright  precepts  here, 
Let  all  the  people  worship  Thee. 

Alfred  Alexander  Woodhull,  1999. 


262 

609 


HARVEST  AND  THANKSGIVING. 


H.  M. 


WARSAW 


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Sing  to   the  Lord  most  high ' 


THOS.  CLARK. 

With  grate  -  ful    voice  make   known 


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2  Enter  His  courts  with  joy, 
With  fear  address  the  Lord  ; 
He  formed  us  with  His  hand, 
And  quickened  b}^  His  word. 

With  wide  command  He  spreads  His  sway 
O'er  every  sea,  and  every  land. 

3  His  hands  provide  our  food, 
And  every  blessing  give  ; 

We  feed  upon  His  care, 

olO      patria.   h.  m. 


And  in  His  pastures  live. 

With  cheerful  songs  declare  His  ways, 

And  let  His  praise  inspire  your  tongues. 

4  Good  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

His  truth  and  mercy  sure ; 

While  earth  and  heaven  shall  last, 

His  promises  endure. 

With  bounteous  hand  He  spreads  His  sway 

O'er  every  sea,  and  every  land. 


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FELIX  MENDELSSOHN  BARTHOLDY. 


(1800-1847.) 

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2  The  nation  Thou  hast  blessed 

May  well  Thy  love  declare, 
From  foes  and  fears  at  rest, 

Protected  by  Thy  care  ; 
For  this  fair  land,  for  this  bright  day, 

Our  thanks  we  pay,— gifts  of  Thy  hand. 

3  May  every  mountain  height, 

Each  vale  and  forest  green, 
Shine  in  Thy  word's  pure  light, 

And  its  rich  fruits  be  seen  ; 
May  every  tongue  be  tuned  to  praise, 

And  join  to  raise  a  grateful  song. 


4  Earth  !  hear  thy  Maker's  voice, 

Thy  great  Eedeemer  own  ; 
Believe,  obey,  rejoice, 

And  worship  Him  alone  : 
Cast  down  thy  pride,  thy  sin  deplore, 

And  bow  before  the  Crucified. 

5  And  when  in  power  He  comes, 

Oh  !  may  our  native  land, 
From  all  its  rending  tombs, 

Send  forth  a  glorious  band, 
A  countless  throng,  ever  to  sing, 

To  heav'n's  high  King,  salvation's  song. 

Francis  Scott  Key.    1832 


611 


HARVEST  AND  THANKSGIVING.  263 

7s  &  6s.  Hymns  Ancient  and  Modern. 


We  plough  the  fields,  and  scatter  The  good  seed  on  the  land,  But  it  is  fed  and  wa  -  tered      By  God's  al-migh-ly  hand ; 

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He  sends  the  snow  in   win  -  ter,  The  warmth  to  swell  the  grain,  The  breezes,  and  the  sunshine,  And  soft  re-fresh-ing  rain. 


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All  good  gifts  around  us 
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Are  sent  from  heav'n  a-bo?e,  Then  thank  the  Lord !  0  thank  the  Lord,  For  all 


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2  He  only  is  the  Maker 

Of  all  things  near  and  far  : 
He  paints  the  wayside  flower, 

He  lights  the  evening  star  ; 
The  winds  and  waves  obej'  Him, 

By  Him  the  birds  are  fed  ; 
Much  more  to  us  His  children, 

He  gives  our  daily  bread. 


612 


3  We  thank  Thee,  then.  0  Father, 

For  all  things  bright  and  good, 
The  seed-time  and  the  harvest, 

Our  life,  our  health,  our  food  ; 
Accept  the  gifts  we  offer 

For  all  Thy  love  imparts, 
And,  what  Thou  most  clesirest, 

Our  humble  thankful  hearts. 

Matthias  Claudius,  1U0-1815.     Tr.  Miss  J.  M.  Campbell,  1861. 


SEIR.     S.  M. 


DR.  L.  MASON. 


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2  These  temples  of  His  grace- 
How  beautiful  they  stand ! 
The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 


3  In  Zion  God  is  known 
A  refuge  in  distress ; 

How  bright  has  His  salvation  shone 
Through  aH  her  palaces  ! 

4  Oft  have  our  fathers  trod, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold 
Where  His  own  sheep  have  been. 

5  In  every  new  distress 

We'll  to  His  house  repair, 
We'll  think  upon  His  wondrous  graee, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 


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HARVEST  AND  THANKSGIVING. 
D.  Arr.  by  George  Kingsley.    1838. 


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Fruit  unto  His  praise  to  yield : 
Wheat  and  tares  together  sown, 
Unto  jo}T  or  sorrow  grown  : 
First  the  blade,  and  then  the  ear, 
Then  the  full  corn  shall  appear : 
Grant,  0  Harvest  Lord,  that  we 
Wholesome  grain  and  pure  may  be  ! 


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3  For  the  Lord  our  God  shall  come, 
And  shall  take  His  harvest  home : 
From  His  field  shall  in  that  day 
All  offences  purge  awa}- ; 
Give  His  angels  charge  at  last 
In  the  fire  the  tares  to  cast : 
But  the  fruitful  ears  to  store 
In  His  garner  evermore. 

4  Then,  thou  Church  Triumphant,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest  Home  ! 
All  are  safely  gathered  in, 

Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  sin  : 
There,  forever  purified, 
In  God's  garner  to  abide  ; 
Come,  ten  thousand  angels,  come, 
Raise  the  glorious  Harvest  Home  ! 

Henry  Alford. 


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Kept  by  Him,  no  foes  annoy ; 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

3  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey  ; 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod, 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 

4  Hark  !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 

Nathan  Strong. 


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From  all  public  sin  and  shame, 
From  ambition's  grasping  aim, 
From  rebellion,  war,  and  death, 
From  the  pestilential  breath, 


From  dread  famine's  awful  stroke, 
From  oppression's  galling  3*oke, 
From  the  judgments  of  Thy  hand  ; 
Spare  Thy  people,  spare  our  land  ! 
3  Let  our  rulers  ever  be 
Men  that  love  and  honor  Thee  ; 
Let  the  powers  by  Thee  ordained, 
Be  in  righteousness  maintained  ; 
In  the  people's  hearts  increase 
Love  of  piety  and  peace  ; 
Thus  united  we  shall  stand 
One  wide,  free,  and  happy  land  ! 

Henry  Harbaugh,  U 


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2  For  the  promise  ever  sure 
That  while  heaven  and  earth  endure 
Seed-time,  harvest,  cold  and  heat 
Shall  their  }*early  round  complete. 

3  For  the  care  which,  while  we  slept, 
"Watch  o'er  field  and  furrow  kept, 


Watch  o'er  all  the  buried  grain, 
Soon  to  burst  to  life  again. 

4  When  the  reaping  angels  bring 
Tares  and  wheat  before  the  King, 
Jesus,  may  we  gathered  be 

In  the  heavenly  barn  to  Thee. 

5  Then  the  angel-cry  shall  sound, 
Praise  the  Lamb  !  the  lost  are  found  ; 
And  the  answering  song  shall  be, 
Alleluia,  praise  to  Thee — 

6  Praise  to  Thee,  the  toil  is  o'er  ; 
Blight  and  curse  shall  be  no  more  ; 
Lo  !  the  mighty  work  is  done  : 
Glory  to  the  Three  in  One.    phuumon. 


HARVEST  AND  THANKSGIVING. 


617 


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Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow.      A-men. 


2  All  the  blessings  of  the  fields, 
All  the  stores  the  garden  yields, 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  'sheaves  of  ripened  grain  ; 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

3  Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews? 
Suns  that  genial  warmth  diffuse, 

All  the  plenty  summer  pours, 


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Autumn's  rich,  o'erflowing  stores  : 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 
Peace,  prosperity,  and  health, 
Private  bliss,  and  public  wealth, 
Knowledge  with  its  gladdening  streams, 
Pure  religion's  holier  beams  ; 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

Anna  L.  Barbauld,  1772. 


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2  Thou  art  the  Father  of  heaven  and  earth  ; 
Worlds  uncreated  to  Thee  owe  their  birth  ; 
All  the  creation,  Thy  voice  when  it  heard, 
Started  to  life  and  to  light  at  Thy  Word. 


619 


NEANDER 


HARVEST  AND  THANKSGIVING 

P.  M. 


267 


(I human  Choral.    Arr.  by  Schwing. 

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2  Praise  to  the  Lord  !  Who  in  glorious  majesty  reigning, 
Beareth  thee  upward,  on  wings  like  the  eagles'  sustaining — 

Thee  to  uphold, 
Arms  of  His  mercy  enfold — 
Faithful  'mid  all  thy  complaining. 

3  Praise  to  the  Lord  !  Who  with  honor  and  blessing  hath  crowned  thee, 
Pouring  His  gifts  out  of  heaven  like  showers  around  thee  ; 

Think  of  it  too, 
What  the  Almighty  can  do  — 
Plow  by  His  love  He  hath  bound  thee. 

4  Praise  to  the  Lord  !   and  let  all  that  is  in  me  adore  Him  : 

All  that  hath  breath  sing,  with  Abraham's  children  before  Him — 
He  is  our  light, 
Fountain  of  glory  and  might, 
Come,  let  us  kneel  and  adore  Him  ! 

Joachim  Neander.     Trans.  Thomas  C.  Porter. 
61 S      Continued. 

3  Onward  the  sun  and  the  moon  on  their  march 
Span  with  the  rainbow  the  firmament's  arch  ; 
Stars  yet  unknown,  and  whose  light  is  to  come, 
Find  in  creation  their  place  and  a  home. 

4  Earth  with  the  mountain,  the  river,  the  plain, 
Sky  with  the  dew-drop,  the  wind,  and  the  rain, 
Beast  of  the  forest,  wild  bird  of  the  air, 

All  are  Thy  creatures,  and  all  are  Thy  care. 

5  Ocean  the  restless,  and  waters  that  swell, 
Lightnings  that  flash  over  flood,  over  fell, 
Own  Thee  the  Master  Almighty,  and  call 
Thee  the  Creator,  the  Father  of  all. 

6  Yea,  Thou  art  Father  of  all,  and  Thy  love 
Pity  for  man  that  is  fallen  doth  move  ; 
Guide  us  in  life,  and  protect  to  the  last  ; 

And,  at  Thine  Advent,  Lord,  pardon  the  past.  e.  a.  Dayman^ 


268 

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LOVING   KINDNESS.     L.  M. 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 

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2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all, 
And  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  great ! 

3  Through  mighty  hosts  of  cruel  foes, 
Where  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness,  0  how  strong ! 

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4  So  when  I  pass  death's  gloomy  vale, 
And  life  and  mortal  powers  shall  fail, 
O  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

5  Then  shall  I  mount,  and  soar  away, 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 
There  shall  I  sing,  with  sweet  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

Samuel  Medley,  1787. 
G.  B.  Pergolesi,  1730. 


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Ex-ceeds    a  thousand  days    of  mirth. 


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2  Might  1  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  Thy  house,  O  God  of  grace  ! 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  Thy  door. 

-3  God  is  our  „sun— He  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  shield— He  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 


4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  O  God,  our  King  !  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  host  of  heaven  obey, 
Display  Thy  grace,  exert  Thy  power, 
Till  all  on  earth  Thy  name  adore  ! 

Isaac  Watit. 


622 


GERMANY.     L.  M. 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 

Ludwig  von  Beethoven. 


269 


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Awake,  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  glory  to  the  eternal  King. 


623 


LUTON. 

—I 


L.  M. 


3  All  praise  to  Thee,  who  safe  hast  kept 
And  hast  refreshed  me  whilst  I  slept ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew  : 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew  : 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will. 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill.    , 

Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day 

All  1  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 

That  all  my  powers  with  all  their  might 

In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

Thomas  Ken,  1697. 

G.  BURDER. 


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Bless,  O  my  soul !  the  God  of  grace, 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise  ; 
Why  should  the  wonders  He  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence,  and  forgot? 
'Tis  He,  my  soul,  that  sent  His  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done  ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives, 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 
Let  every  land  His  power  confess  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  adore  His  grace  : 
My  heart  and  tongue  with  rapture  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 


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Give  thanks  to  God  ;  He  reigns  above  : 
Kind  are  His  thoughts,  His  name  is  love  : 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 
He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  stray : 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 
Oh,  let  the  saints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  His  works  !  how  kind  His  ways  ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  His  praise  ! 


270 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 


625 


GRATITUDE.     L.  M. 

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Its  own  sweet  calm  in  us  instill  j 

A  guileless  mind,  a  heart  sincere, 
Simplicity  of  word  and  will. 

3  And  ever,  as  the  day  glides  by, 
May  we  the  busy  senses  rein; 

Keep  guard  upon  the  hand  and  eye, 
Nor  let  the  body  suffer  stain. 

4  Grant  us  a  body  pure  within; 
A  wakeful  heart,  a  read}'  will; 

That  no  dark  deed  nor  cherished  sin, 
The  fervor  of  the  soul  may  chill. 

5  Fill  Thou  our  souls,  Redeemer  true! 
With  Thy  most  pure,  celestial  ray; 

So  may  we  walk  in  safety  through 
All  the  temptations  of  this  day. 

6  Upon  our  fainting  souls  distill 
The  grace  of  Thy  celestial  dew; 

Let  no  fresh  snare  to  sin  beguile, 
No  former  sin  revive  anew. 

7  Grant  us  the  grace,  for  love  of  Thee, 
To  scorn  all  vanities  below; 

Faith  to  detect  each  falsit}'; 

And  knowledge  Thee  alone  to  know. 

Latin  Hymn.     {Trans.  E.  Caswall.) 

626 

1  My  God!  how  endless  is  Thy  love! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 


And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distill,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spreadst  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours! 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light,    . 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsj'  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  Thy  command; 
To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days; 

Perpetual  blessings,  from  Thy  hand, 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


627 

1  Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  Thy  mercy-seat; 
Where'er  they  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  found, 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2  For  Thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind; 

Such  ever  bring  Thee  where  they  come, 
And  going,  take  Thee  to  their  home. 

3  Great  Shepherd  of  Thy  chosen  few! 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  Thy  saving  name. 

Wm.  Cotvper. 


628 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 


WARWICK 


271 

S.  STANLEY.      17G7-1822. 


2  Preserved  by  Thy  almighty  arm, 
I  passed  the  shades  of  night, 

Serene,  and  safe  from  every  harm, 
To  see  the  morning  light. 

3  While  numbers  spent  the  night  in  sighs 
And  restless  pains  and  woes, 

In  gentle  sleep  I  closed  my  eyes, 
And  rose  from  sweet  repose. 

4  Oh,  let  the  same  almighty  care 
Through  all  this  day  attend  ; 

From  every  danger,  even-  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

5  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 
And  guide  my  future  days  ;" 

And  let  Thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 

629 

1  0  God,  we  praise  Thee,  and  confess 
That  Thou  the  only  Lord 

And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  the  earth  adored. 

2  To  Thee  all  angels  cry  aloud  ; 
To  Thee  the  powers  on  high, 

Both  Cherubim  and  Seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry  : 

3  OHoly,  Holy,  Holy  Lord  ! 
Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 

The  world  is  with  the  glory  filled 
Of  Thy  majestic  sway. 


4  The  apostles'  glorious  compan3r, 
And  prophets  crowned  with  light, 

With  all  the  martyrs'  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  Holy  Church  throughout  the  world, 

0  Lord,  confesses  Thee, 
That  Thou  the  Eternal  Father  art 
Of  boundless  majesty. 

630 

1  Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 
M}-  voice  ascending  high  ; 

To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  Thee  lift  up  mine  eyes  ; 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 
To  plead  for  all  His  saints, 

Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 
The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  Thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  Th}T  right  hand. 

4  But  in  Thy  house  will  I  resort, 
To  taste  Thy  mercies  there  ; 

I  will  frequent  Thy  hoi}'  court, 
And  worship  in  Thy  fear. 

5  0  may  Thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteousness  ! 

Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


272 

631 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 


GRING.     S.  M. 


D.  S.  HOLLINGSHEAD. 


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0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

Nor  let  His  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 

And  without  praises  die. 

'T  is  He  forgives  thy  sins  • 
'T  is  He  relieves  thy  pain  ; 

'T  is  He  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
When  ransomed  from  the  grave  ; 


OOO         SCHUMANN. 


S.  M. 


Come  at  the  morning  hour, 

Come,  let  us  kneel  and  pray  ; 
Pra}Ter  is  the  christian  pilgrim's  staff 

To  walk  with  God  all  day. 
At  noon,  beneath  the  Kock 

Of  Ages,  rest  and  pray  ; 
Sweet  is  that  shelter  from  the  sun 

In  weary  heat  of  da}\ 
At  evening,  in  thy  home, 

Around  its  altar,  pray  ; 
And  finding  there  the  house  of  Gody 

With  heaven  then  close  the  day. 
When  midnight  veils  our  eyes, 

O,  it  is  sweet  to  say, 
I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh,  Lord  ! 

With  Thee  to  watch  and  pray. 

James  Montgomery,  1853. 
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For  gentle,  holy  love, 
For  strength  to  do  Thy  will  below, 
As  angels  do  above. 


$  We  pray  for  simple  faith, 

For  hope  that  never  faints, 
For  true  communion  evermore 

With  all  Thy  blessed  saints. 
On  friends  around  us  here 

0  let  Thy  blessing  fall ; 
We  pray  for  grace  to  love  them  well, 

But  Thee  beyond  them  all. 
O  joy  to  live  for  Thee  ! 

0  joy  in  Thee  to  die  ! 
O  very  joy  of  joys  to  see 

Thy  face  eternally. 

Henry  W.  Baker,  1852. 


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My  thirsty  fainting  soul 
Thy  mercy  doth  implore  ; 

Not  travelers  in  desert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

For  life,  without  Thy  love, 

No  relish  can  afford  : 
No  joy  can  be  compared  to  this. 

To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

In  wakeful  hours  at  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind ; 
I  think  how  wise  Thy  counsels  are, 

And  all  Thy  dealings  kind. 


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5  Since  Thou  hast  been  my  help, 
To  Thee  my  spirit  flies  ; 
And  on  Thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

Isaac  Watts. 

685 

1  Y\  e  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee, 

Thou  Day-star  from  on  high  : 
The  sun  itself  is  but  Thy  shade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  Oh,  let  Thy  rising  beams 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 
And  let  the  glories  of  Thy  love, 
Come  like  the  morning  light ! 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now  ! 

How  dark  and  sad  before  ! — 
"With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change, 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  May  we  this  life  improve, 

To  mourn  for  error's  past  ; 
And  live  this  short  revolving  day 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 

J.  Wesley. 


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So  death  will  soon  remove  me  hence, 

And  leave  my  soul  undressed. 
Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  my  fears ; 
May  angels  guard  me  while  I  sleep, 

till  morning  light  appears. 
And  when  my  days  are  past, 

And  I  from  time  remove, 
Lord,  may  I  in  Thy  bosom  rest, 

The  bosom  of  Thy  love. 

J.  Leland. 


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2  While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  Thy  reconciled  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest,  this  day,  in  Thee. 

3  Here  we  come  Thy  name  to  praise  ; 

May  we  feel  Thy  presence  near  : 
May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes  , 


While  we  in  Thy  house  appear : 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 
4  May  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  for  all  complaints  : 
Thus  may  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 

John  JVewton,  1779. 


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2  Day  by  day  provide  us  food, 
For  from  Thee  come  all  things  good  ; 
Strength  unto  our  souls  afford 
From  Thy  living  Bread,  O  Lord ! 

3  Be  our  guard  in  sin  and  strife  ; 

Be  the  leader  of  our  life  ; 
Lest  like  sheep  we  stray  abroad, 
Stay  our  wayward  feet,  O  Lord  ! 

4  Quickened  by  the  Spirit's  grace, 
All  Thy  holy  will  to  trace, 
While  we  daily  search  Thy  Word, 
Wisdom  true  impart,  O  Lord  ! 


5  When  the  sun  withdraws  his  light, 
When  we  seek  our  beds  at  night, 
Thou,  by  sleepless  hosts  adored, 
Hear  the  prayer  of  faith,  O  Lord*! 

6  When  the  hours  are  dark  and  drear, 
When  the  tempter  lurketh  near, 

Be  Thy  strengthening  grace  outpoured, 
Save  the  tempted  ones,  O  Lord  ! 

7  Praise  we  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ; 
Thee  would  we  with  one  accord 
Praise  and  magnify,  O  Lord  ! 

King  Alfred,  900.     Trans.  Earl  Nelson,  1864. 


639 


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PHILBROOK.     8s&7s.     Double. 


275 


J.  H.  TENNKY. 


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2  Thee  we  pray,  too,  Holy  Father, 

Fount  of  life,  and  Source  of  grace, 
By  the  cleansing  of  Thy  Spirit 

Taint  of  sin  from  us  efface  : 
In  each  strong  resolve  be  with  us, 

And  the  Tempter's  rage  subdue  ; 
Turn  to  good  each  sad  misfortune  ; 

Be  our  Guide  in  all  we  do. 


640 


3  Rule  our  inmost  thought  and  action ; 

Grant  us  heavenly  purity, 
Faith  that  glows  with  holy  fervor, 

Incorrupt  simplicity. 
■    Feed  us  with  the  Bread  from  heaven, 

And  that  drink  that  cannot  cloy  ; 
Comfort  us  in  all  our  weakness 

With  the  Spirit's  holy  joy. 

4  Thus  shall  speed  the  day  in  gladness, 

Modesty  like  dawn  shall  glow, 
Faith  shall  shine  as  light  at  noon-day, 

And  the  soul  no  night  shall  know. 
Praise  and  glory  to  the  Father  ! 

Praise  and  glory  to  the  Son  ! 
Praise  and  glory  to  the  Spirit ! 

Ever  Three  and  ever  One. 

Ambrose,  340-397.     Trans.  W.  S.  Coptland,  altered. 


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Naught  escapes,  without,  within  ! 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 
Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away  ; 


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Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  Thee. 

4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 
All  of  man's  infirmity  ! 
Then,  from  Thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

George  W.  Docme,  tBU. 


276 

641 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 


TALLIS'  EVENING  HYMN.     L.  M. 


THOMAS  TALLIS.      1567. 


1.  Glo  •  ry   to  Thee,  my  God,  this     night,    For    all  the  blessings  of  the  light ;   Keep,   me,  oh  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 


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2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 


642 


OBERLIN.     L.  M. 


To  die,  that  this  vile  body  may 
lorious  at  the  awful  day. 
may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose, 
And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close  ; 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  m}T  God  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 
My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply  > 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 

No  power  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  0  when  shall  I  in  endless  day 
For  ever  chase  dark  sleep  away  ? 
And  praise  with  the  angelic  choir, 
Incessant  sing,  and  never  tire  ? 

Thomas  Ken,  1697. 

THOS.    HASTINGS,  (irr. 


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2  Oft  from  Thy  royal  road  we  part, 
Lost  in  the  mazes  of  the  heart ; 

Our  lamps  put  out,  our  course  forgot, 
We  seek  for  God,  and  find  Him  not. 

3  What  sudden  sunbeams  cheer  our  sight! 
What  dawning  risen  upon  the  night ! 
Thou  giv'st  Thyself  to  us,  and  we 
Find  guide  and"path  and  all  in  Thee. 


4  Through  day  and  darkness,  Saviour  dear,. 
Abide  with  us  more  nearly  near ; 

Till  on  Thy  face  we  lift  our  eyes, 
The  Sun  of  God's  own  Paradise. 

5  Praise  God,  our  Maker  and  our  Friend, 
Praise  Him  through  time,  till  time  shall  end, 
Till  psalm  and  song  His  name  adore 
Through  Heaven's  great  day  of  Evermore  ! 

Francis  T.  Palgrave* 


643 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 


277 


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2  That  sleep  may  wearied  limbs  restore, 
And  fit  for  toil  and  use  once  more  ; 
May  gently  soothe  the  careworn  breast, 
And  lull  our  anxious  griefs  to  rest. 

3  We  thank  Thee  for  the  day  that's  gone; 
We  pray  Thee,  now  the  night  comes  on: 
O  help  us  sinners  as  we  raise 
To  Thee  our  votive  hymn  of  praise. 

4  To  Thee  our  hearts  their  music  bring, 
To  Thee  our  lips  in  concord  sing ; 
To  Thee  our  rapt  affections  soar, 
And  Thee  our  chastened  souls  adore. 

5  Lord,  when  the  parting  beams  of  day 
In  evening's  shadows  fade  away. 
Let  faith  no  wildering  darkness  know, 
But  night  with  faith's  own  splendor  glow. 


night. 


A      - 


men. 


641 

1  Great  God  !  to  Thee  my  evening  song 
With  bumble  gratitude  I  raise  : 

Oh.  let  Thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days,  unclouded  aa  they  pass, 
And  every  gently  rolling  hour. 

Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  Thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless. wretched  heart, 

Too  oft  regardless  of  Thy  love 


Ungrateful  can  from  Thee  depart, 
And,  fond  of  trifles,  vainty  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 
Of  Jesus  ;  His  dear  name  alone 

I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God  ! 
And  kind  acceptance  at  Thy  throne. 

5  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close, 
With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame  ; 

Safe  in  Thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  Thy  name. 

Anne  Sleek. 

645 

1  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  : 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongue«. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, — 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon  ! 

4  O  long-expected  da}',  begin  ! 
Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin ; 


ibers. 


Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 


278 

646 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 


HEBRON. 


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2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 

But  He  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 


And    ev'-ry  eve  -  ning  shall  make  known 

3  I  lay  m}<  bod}'  down  to  sleep ; 
JS~3]       Peace  is  the  pillow  for  m}T  head, 
l±zH  While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Faith  in  His  name  forbids  my  fear  ; 
0,  may  Thy  presence  ne'er  depart ; 

And,  in  .the  morning,  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  Thy  heart. 

5  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground; 

And  wait  Thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


C.  H.  GRAUN,  1720. 


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2  Once  more  'tis  eventide,  and  we 

Oppressed  with  various  ills,  draw  near ; 
What  if  Thy  form  we  cannot  see  ? 
We  know  and  feel  that  Thou  art  here. 

3  O  Saviour  Christ,  our  woes  dispel : 

For  some  are  sick,  and  some  are  sad, 
And  some  have  never  loved  Thee  well. 
And  some  have  lost  the  love  they  had. 

4  And  some  have  found  the  world  is  vain, 

Yet  from  the  world  they  break  not  free  ; 
And  some  have  friends  who  give  them  pain; 
Yet  have  not  sought  a  friend  in  Thee. 


5  And  none,  O  Lord,  have  perfect  rest, 

For  none  are  wholly  free  from  sin  ; 
And  they,  who  fain  would  love  Thee  best, 
Are  conscious  most  of  wrong  within. 

6  O  Saviour  Christ,  Thou  too  art  Man, 

Thou  hast  been  troubled,  tempted,  tried  ; 
Thy  kind  but  searching  glance  can  scan 
The  very  wounds  that  shame  would  hide. 

7  Thy  touch  has  still  its  ancient  power  ; 

No  word  from  Thee  can  fruitless  fall ; 
Hear  in  this  solemn  evening  hour, 
And  in  Thy  mercy  heal  us  all. 

IL  Twells. 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 


279 


648 


HURSLEY.     L.  M. 


Haydn.    Arr.  by  W.  H.  Monk.    1801. 


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To  hide  Thee  from  Thy    serv  -  ant's  eyes. 


— "Trr- h-m  i  "  =» 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep. 

Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest, 
For  ever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  to  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live  ; 


619 


DAWN.     S.  M. 


Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  Thine 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin  ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick  ;  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless  store, 
Be  ever}'  mourner's  sleep  to-night 
Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take; 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

John  Keble,  1827. 

EDWIN  P.  PARKER.      1871. 


i.     One  sweetly    solemn  thought  Comes  to  me    o'er  and  o'er,—      Near-er    my    home  to- 

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day,  am  I,     Than  e  er  I've  been  be-fore. 

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Nearer  to  leave  the  heavy  cross  ; 
gain  the  crown. 


w  dark  between. 
Winding  down  through  the  night, 
There  rolls  the  deep  and  unknown  stream 
That  leads  at  last  to  light. 


Per.  Edwin  P.  Parker. 

2  Nearer  my  Fathers  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be  ; 
Nearer  to-day  the  great  white  throne. 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea. 

3  Nearer  the  bound  of  life. 

Where  burdens  are  laid  down  ; 


5  E'en  now,  perchance,  my  feet 

Are  slipping  on  the  brink. 
And  T.  to-day,  am  nearer  home, — 
Nearer  than  now  I  think. 

6  Father,  perfect  my  trust ! 

ngthen  my  power  of  faith  ! 
Nor  let  me  stand,  at  last,  alone 
T'pon  the  shore  of  death. 


280 

650 


LAST   BEAM.     L.  M. 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 


T.  V.  WEISENTHAL. 


i.     Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining;  Father  in    heaven,  the   day     is  de-clin-ing; 


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2  Father  in  heaven,  oh,  hear  when  we  call ! 
Hear,  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of  all ; 
Feeble  and  fainting,  we  trust  in  Thy  might ; 
In  doubting  and  darkness,  Thy  love  be  our  light ; 
Let  us  sleep  on  Thy  breast  while  the  night  taper  burns, 
Wake  in  Thine  arms  when  morning  returns.— Ref. 


651 


HERMON.     C.  M 

.J. 


Dr.  L.  Mason. 


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2  I  love,  in  solitude,  to  shed 
The  penitential  tear  ; 

And  all  His  promises  to  plead 
Where  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
And  future  good  implore ; 

And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love,  by  faith,  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 

The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 
May  its  departing  ray 

Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 

And  lead  to  endless  day.      p.  h.  Brown. 

653 

1  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
Whose  breath  our  souls  inspired  ; 

Loud  and  more  loud  the  anthems  raise, 
With  grateful  ardor  fired. 

2  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
Whose  goodness,  passing  thought, 

Loads  every  moment,  as  it  flies, 
With  benefits  unsought. 


3  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
From  whom  salvation  flows  : 

Who  sent  His  Son  our  souls  to  save 
From  everlasting  woes. 

4  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
For  hope's  transporting  ray, 

Which  1  ights  through  darkest  shades  of  death 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

Ralp.  Wardlaw,  1803. 

654 

1  Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 
Let  flames  of  love  arise  ; 

Assist  us,  Lord  !  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied 
Have  made  up  all  this  day  ; 

Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  fleet,  more  free,  than  they. 

3  New  time,  new  favors  and  new  joys 
Do  a  new  song  require  ; 

Till  we  shall  ppaise  thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  heart's  desire. 

4  Lord  of  our  time  !  whose  hand  hath  set 
New  time  upon  the  score, 

Thee  ma}'  we  praise  for  all  our  time, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

J.  Mason,  2653. 


651     Continued. 

2  Fair,  distant  land  !  could  mortal  eyes 
But  half  its  charms  explore, 

How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  ! 

3  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know — 

Realms  ever  bright  and  fair  ! 
For  sin.  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 


4  Oh,  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 
Our  hearts  with  ardent  love  ! 

Till  wings  of  faith,  and  strong  desire 
Bear  ever}*  thought  above. 

5  Prepare  us.  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 
For  thy  bright  courts  on  high  ; 

Then  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky.  Annp  Sieeiet 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 


THE  ROSEATE  HUES.     C.  M.  D. 


FREDERICK  A.  J.  HERVEY. 


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2  The  highest  hopes  we  cherish  here, 
How  fast  the}^  tire  and  faint ; 

How  many  a  spot  defiles  the  robe 
That  wraps  an  earthly  saint ! 


Oh,  for  a  heart  that  never  sins, 

Oh,  for  a  soul  washed  white, 
Oh,  for  a  voice  to  praise  our  King, 

Nor  weary  day  nor  night ! 
3  Here  faith  is  ours,  and  heavenly  hope, 

And  grace  to  lead  us  higher; 
But  there  are  perfectness  and  peace 

Beyond  our  best  desire. 
Oh,  by  Th}T  love,  and  anguish,  Lord, 

And  by  Thy  life  laid  down, 
Grant  that  we  fall  not  from  Thy  grace, 

Nor  cast  away  our.  crown  ! 

Cecil  Frances  Alexander,  1853. 


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Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  Him  , 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  stars  of  light ! 

2  Praise  the  Lord — for  He  hath  spoken  ; 
Worlds  His  mighty  voice  obeyed  ; 

Eicpnin  Laws  which  never  shall  be  broken, 
?z=*Ebt=t=t=EfcH       For  their  guidance  He  hath  made* 

3  Praise  the  Lord  —  for  He  is  glorious ; 
Never  shall  His  promise  fail ; 

God  hath  made  His  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation  ; 
Hosts  on  high,  His  power  proclaim  ; 

Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Laud  and  magnify  His  name  ! 

Richard  ManU 


2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 
With  each  other  and  the  Lord ; 

And  possess  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

_  ^  _  J.  Newton. 

657 

1  Praise  the  Lord!  ye  heavens,  adore  Him ; 
Praise  Him,  angels  in  the  height ; 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 


283 

EDWARD  HARWOOD.      1760. 


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Where  all  the  air  is  sweet ; 

Still  laden  with  the  unwearied  hymn 
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2  If  Thou,  in  Thy  great  love  to  us, 
Wilt  scatter  joy  and  beauty  thus 

O'er  this  poor  earth  of  ours ; 

What  nobler  glories  shall  be  given 

Hereafter  in  Thy  shining  heaven, 
Set  round  with  golden  towers  ! 


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4  Oh,  were  I  there  !  oh,  that  I  now 
Before  Thy  throne,  my  God,  could  bow,. 

And  bear  my  heavenl}-  palm ! 

Then,  like  the  angels,  would  I  raise 

My  voice,  and  sing  Thine  endless  praise 
In  many  a  sweet-toned  psalm. 

Tr.  by  C.  Winkworth. 


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Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee  ; 

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MORNING  AND  EVENING. 


ST.  LEONARD.     C.  M.  D. 


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2  The  sorrows  of  Thy  servants,'  Lord, 
0  do  not  Thou  despise, 

But  let  the  incense  of  our  prayers 

Before  Thy  mercy  rise  ; 
The  brightness  of  the  coming  night 

Upon  the  darkness  rolls ; 
With  hopes  of  future  glory  chase 

The  shadows  on  our  souls. 

3  Slowly  the  rays  of  daylight  fade  ; 
So  fade  withTh  our  heart 

The  hopes  in  earthy  love  and  joy, 
That  one  by  one  depart ; 


Slowly  the  bright  stars,  one  by  one, 

Within  the  heavens  shine  : 
Give  us,  0  Lord,  fresh  hopes  in  heaven, 

And  trust  in  things  divine. 

4  Let  peace,  0  Lord  !  Thy  peace,  0  God  ! 

Upon  our  souls  descend, 
From  midnight  fears,  and  perils,  Thou 

Our  trembling  hearts  defend. 
Give  us  a  respite  from  our  toil, 

Calm  and  subdue  our  woes  ; 
Through  the  long  day  we  suffer,  Lord, 

0  give  us  now  repose  ! 

Adelaide  Proctor. 


661 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 


285 


VARINA.     C.  M.  D. 


GEORGE  F.  ROOT. 


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2  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 
But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea  ; 
And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 

And  fear  to  launch  away. 


VOX  DILECTI.     C.  M.  D. 


3  0,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove,. 

These  gloom}-  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 

With  unbeclouded  eyes  : — 
Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood,. 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream ,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 

Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

JOHN  B.  DYKES. 


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2  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above. 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 

And  show  a  brother's  love  ! 


Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 


His  bosom  glow  with  love. 


Joseph  Swain,  1792. 


286 

663 


OPENING  AND  CLOSING. 


OLD  HUNDRED.     L.  M. 


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Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men  ; 

And  when,  like  wandering  sheep,  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  His  fold  again. 

3  We  are  His  people,  we  His  care, 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  Thy  name? 

4  We'll  crowd  Thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  Thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 


665 


5  Wide  as  the  world  is  Thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity,  Thy  love*; 
Firm  as  a  rock  Thy  truth  shall  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Isaac  Waits. 

664 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  all  nature  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine  ; 

Let  heaven  and  earth  unite,  and  raise 
High  hallelujahs  to  His  praise. 

2  While  realms  of  joy,  and  worlds  around, 
Their  hallelujahs  high  resound, 

Let  saints  below,  and  saints  above, 
Exulting  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  As  instruments  well  tuned  and  strung, 
We'll  praise  the  Lord  with  heart  and  tongue; 
While  life  remains  we'll  loud  proclaim 
High  hallelujahs  to  His  name. 

4  Beyond  the  grave,  in  nobler  strains, 
When  freed  from  sorrow,  sin  and  pains, 
Eternally  the  Church  will  raise 

High  hallelujahs  to  His  praise. 

Isaac  Wattt. 


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The  filial  homage  of  my  heart ; 
And  both  alike  are  understood 

By  Thee,  thou  Parent  of  all  good— 

3  Whose  grace  is  all  unsearchable, 
Whose  care  for  me  no  tongue  can  tell, 
Who  loves  my  loudest  praise  to  hear, 
And  loves  to  bless  my  vorceless  prayer. 

Greek  Hymn. 


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1  Jesus,  the  spring  of  joys  divine, 

Whence  all  our  hopes  and  comforts  flow ; 
Jesus,  no  other  name  but  Thine 
Can  save  us  from  eternal  woe. 

2  In  vain  would  boasting  reason  find 

The  way  to  happiness  and  God  : 
Her  weak  directions  leave  the  mind 
Bewildered  in  a  dubious  road. 

3  No  other  name  will  heaven  approve  ; 

Thou  art  the  true,  the  living  way,     - 
Ordained  by  everlasting  love, 
To  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Safe  lead  us  through  this  world  of  night, 

And  bring  us  to  the  blissful  plains, 
The  regions  of  unclouded  light, 
Where  perfect  joy  forever  reigns. 


RETREAT.     L.  M. 


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2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
Hie  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, — 
A.  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet ; 
[t  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
rhough  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet, 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat  ! 

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4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sense  and  sin  molest  no  more, 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  meixrv-seat ! 

5  Oh  !  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  throbbing  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat.       Hugh  stoweii. 

668 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  Thy  word  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore. 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more  ! 

Isaac  Watts. 


FRANCIS  JOSEPH  HAYDN. 


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2  How  blest  Thy  saints  !  how  safely  led  ! 
How  surely  kept  !  how  richly  fed  ! 
Saviour  of  all  in  earth  and  sea, 
How  happy  they  who  rest  in  Thee  ! 

3  Thy  hand  gets  fast  the  mighty  hills, 
Thy  voice  the  troubled  ocean  stills  ! 
Evening  and  morning  hymn  Thy  praise, 
And  earth  Thy  bounty  wide  displays. 


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4  The  }7ear  is  with  Thy  goodness  crowned; 
Thy  clouds  drop  wealth  the  world  around; 
Through  Thee  the  deserts  laugh  and  sing, 
And  nature  smiles  and  owns  her  king. 

5  Lord,  on  our  souls  Thy  Spirit  pour  ; 
The  moral  waste  within  restore ; 

Oh,  let  Thy  love  our  spring-tide  be, 
And  make  us  all  bear  fruit  to  Thee. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


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He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 

The  watery  worlds  are  all  His  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  His  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 

We  are  His  work  and  not  our  own ; 
He  formed  us  by  His  word. 

4  To-day  attend  His  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  His  rod ; 

—         ALEXANDER.     S.  M. 


Come,  like  the  people  of  His  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 

671 

1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 

Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And-  these  rejoicing  e}7es. 

2  The  King  Himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  His  saints  to-day  ; 

Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  Him  here 
And  love,  and  praise  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place, 
Where  m}7  great  God  hath  been, 

Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 

And  sing,  and  bear  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

Wm.  Brown,  1831- 


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Per.  O.  Ditson  &  Co. 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces 

To  which  the  great  resort 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  His  court. 

3  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 
With  radiant  glory  crowned, 

Our  joyful  eyes  behold  Him  sit 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  Him  their  prayers  and  cries 
Each  humble  soul  presents  ; 


He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 

5  To  them  His  sovereign  will 
He  graciously  imparts, 

And  in  return  accepts,  with  smiles, 
The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 

6  Give  me,  0  Lord  !  a  place 
Within  Thy  blest  abode, 

Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 


S.  Slennett,  1187. 


673 


OPENING  AND  CLOSING. 


SCHAEFFER.     C.  M. 


J.  B.  DTK  BS. 


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5  Show  us  some  token  of  Thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hopes  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  Thy  blessing  from  above, 
To  aid  our  feeble  praise. 


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Thy  presence  now  display  ; 
We  bow  within  Thy  house  of  prayer  ; 

Oh,  give  us  hearts  to  pray  ! 

674 


DENFIELD.     C.  M. 


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And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungr}*  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 
My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 

My  never-failing  treasun',  tilled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus!  my  Shepherd.  Husband,  Friend! 
My  Prophet.  Priest,  and  King  ! 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way.  my  End  ! 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 

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John  Newton,  1779. 

675 

1  Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 
Of  our  eternal  King ; 

"  Thrice  holy  Lord  !  "  the  angels  cry  ; 
':  Thrice  holy  !  "  let  us  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 
Pa}T,  0  my  soul !  to  God  ; 

Lift,  with  Thy  hands,  a  holy  heart, 
To  His  sublime  abode. 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  His  name, 
Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach; 

A  broken  heart  shall  please  Him  more 
Than  noblest  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God  !  preserve  our  souls 
From  all  pollution  free  ; 

The  pure  in  heart  are  Thy  delight, 
And  they  Thy  face  shall  see. 

J.  Needham,  1798. 


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2  Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears  ! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears  ; 
Swell  the  glad  theme  : 

To  Christ,  our  gracious  King, 
Strike  each  melodious  string  ; 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

3  Hark  !  how  the  choirs  above, 
Filled  with  the  Saviour's  love, 
Dwell  on  His  name  ! 

There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crowned, 
While  all  the  heavens  resound, 
«  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 


Jos.  Boden. 


677 

1  Jesus  !  Thy  name  I  love 
All  other  names  above, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
Oh,  Thou  art  all  to  me  ! 
Nothing  to  please  I  see, 
Nothing  apart  from  Thee, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

2  Thou,  blessed  Son  of  God  ! 
Hast  bought  me  with  Thy  blood, 

Jesus,  m}7  Lord  ! 
Oh,  how  great  is  Thy  love, 
All  other  loves  above  — 
Love  that  I  daily  prove, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

3  When  unto  Thee  I  flee, 
Thou  wilt  my  refuge  be, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 


J.  G.  Dec*. 


What  need  I  now  to  fear  ? 
What  earthly  grief  or  care, 
Since  Thou  art  ever  near  ? 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
4  Soon  Thou  wilt  come  again  ; 
I  shall  be  happy  then, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

Then  Thine  own  face  I'll  see, 

Then  I  shall  like  Thee  be, 

Then  evermore  with  Thee, 

'  Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

678 

1  Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name  ; 
Praise  through  His  courts  proclaim  ; 

Rise  and  adore  ; 
High  o'er  the  heavens  above, 
Sound  His  great  acts  of  love, 
While  His  rich  grace  we  prove, 

Vast  as  His  power. 

2  Now  let  the  trumpet  raise 
Sounds  of  triumphant  praise, 

Wide  as  His  fame  ; 
There  let  the  harp  be  found  ; 
Organs,  with  solemn  sound, 
Roll  your  deep  notes  around, 

Filled  with  His  name. 

3  While  His  high  praise  you  sing, 
Shake  every  sounding  string  ; 

Sweet  the  accord  ! 
He  vital  breath  bestows  ; 
Let  every  breath  that  flows, 
His  noblest  fame  disclose  : 

Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

Wm.  Ocod9 


679 


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Guard  Thou  the  lips  from  sin,  the  hearts 

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What  in  this  house  have  called  upon  Thy 

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3  Grant  us  Thy  peace,  Lord,  thro'  the 

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4  Grant  us  Thy  peace  throughout  our 
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John  Ellerton. 
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3  Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

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3  We  meet  at  Thy  command,  O  Lord  ! 
Relying  on  Thy  faithful  word  ; 


Now  send  the  Spirit  from  above, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 

Samuel  Stennelt. 

683 

1  Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord  ! 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  Thy  word  ; 

All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  Thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  Thou  art  good  \ 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesns'  blood  ; 
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3  Grant  us.  dear  Lord,  from  evil  ways 
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With  purity  and  inward  peace. 

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4  Do  more  than  pardon  ;  give  us  joy, 
Sweet  fear,  and  sober  liberty. 

And  simple  hearts  without  alioy 
That  only  long  to  be  like  Thee. 


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5  Labor  is  sweet,  for  Thou  hast  toiled  ; 
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6.  For  all  we  love,  the  poor,  the  sad, 
The  sinful,  unto  Thee  we  call ; 

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Thou  art  our  Jesus,  and  our  all. 

Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark 
night, 
0  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 

Frederic  W.  Faber,  1849. 


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Thou  wilt  not  suffer  me  to  sink: 

Thou  art  my  Life. 
Thou  wilt  my  every  want  supply, 

E'en  to  the  end,  whate'er  befall; 
Through  life,  in  death,  eternally, 

Thou  art  my  All.    Amen. 

DR.  T.  A.  ARXE,   1710-1778. 


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That  guides  us  all  the  day; 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 

A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise; 

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3  Fair  is  the  sunshine, 
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690 


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Jesus  shines  purer, 
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Lord  of  the  nations, 
Son  of  God  and  Son  of  man! 

Glory  and  honor, 

Praise,  adoration, 
Now  and  for  evermore  be  Thine.     Amen 
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For  to  save  my  soul  He  died; 
He  for  me  bore  pain  and  sorrow, 
Nailed  hands  and  pierced  side. 

3  Jesus  loves  me;  night  and  morning 

Jesus  hears  the  prayers  I  pray, 
And  lie  never,  never  leaves  me, 
When  I  work  or  when  I  play. 


Jesus  loves  me,  and  He  watches 

Over  me  with  loving. eye, 
And  He  sends  His  holy  angels 

Safe  to  keep  me  till  I  die. 
Jesus  loves  me;  O  Lord  Jesu, 

Now  I  pray  Thee  by  Thy  love 
Keep  me  ever  pure  and  holy 

Till  I  come  to  Thee  above.    Amen. 


691 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


297 


OUR  LEADER.     6s  &  5s. 

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While  we  live  below, 
Till  iu  heavenly  places 

"We  Thy  race  shall  know; 
We,  Thy  children,  raising 

Unto  Thee  our  hearts. 
In  Thy  constant  praising 

Bear  our  duteous  parts. 


692 


Let  Thine  angels  guide  us; 

Let  Thine  arms  enfold; 
In  Thy  bosom  hide  us, 

Sheltered  from  the  cold; 
As  Thy  love  hath  won  us 

From  the  world  away, 
Still  Thy  hands  put  on  us; 

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THE  STORY  OF  LOVE.     7s,  6s.     D. 


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Was  once  a  child  like  me, 
To  show  how  pure  and  holy 
Hi<  little  ones  Bhould  be. 
And  if  I  try  to  follow 

His  footsteps  here  below, 
He  never  will  forget  me, 
Because  He  loves  me  so. 


3  To  sing  His  love  and  mercy, 

My  sweetest  songs  I'll  raise; 
And  though  I  cannot  see  Him 

I  know  he  hears  my  praise; 
And  He  has  kindly  promised 

That  I  shall  surely  go 
To  sing  among  1 1  is  angels, 

Because  He  loves  me  so. 

Emily  Huntington  Miller. 


298 

693 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


ST.  GERTRUDE.    6s  &  5s. 


ARTHUR  S.   SULLIVAN,  1872. 


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Like  a  mighty  army, 

Moves  the  Church  of  God; 
Brothers,  we  are  treading 

Where  the  saints  have  trod; 
We  are  not  divided, 

All  one  body  we, 
One  in  hope  and  doctrine, 

One  in  charity. — Cho. 
3  Crowns  and  thrones  may  perish, 

Kingdoms  rise  and  wane, 
But  the  Church  of  Jesus 

Constant  will  remain; 

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Gates  of  hell  can  never 

'Gainst  that  Church  prevail; 
We  have  Christ's  own  promise, 

And  that  cannot  fail. — Cho. 
Onward,  then,  ye  people, 

Join  our  happy  throng; 
Blend  with  ours  your  voices 

In  the  triumph-song; 
Glory,  laud,  and  honor 

Unto  Christ  the  King; 
This  through  countless  ages, 

Men  and  angels  sing. — Cho. 

S.  Baring-Gould,  1S65. 

F.   T.   S.   DARLEY. 


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All  this  day  Thy  hand  hath  led  me, 
And  I  thank  Thee  for  Thy  care; 

Thou  hast  clothed  me, warmed  and  fed 
Listen  to  my  evening  prayer:     [,me> 

Let  my  sins  be  all  forgiven ; 

Bless  the  friends  I  love  so  well; 
Take  me,  when  I  die,  to  heaven, 

Happy  there  with  Thee  to  dwell. 

Mary  Lunelle  Duncan,  1839. 


695 


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THERE'S  A  FRIEND  FOR  LITTLE  CHILDREN. 


299 


1.  There's  a  Friend  for  lit  -tie  chil-dren 


A-bove  the  bright  blue  sky —  A  Friend  that  nev-er  chang-  es, 
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Of  that  dear  name  He  bears. 


2  There's  a  home  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  in  glory — 

A  home  of  peace  and  joy; 
No  home  on  earth  is  like  it, 

Nor  can  with  it  compare, 
For  every  one  is  happy, 

Nor  could  be  happier,  there. 

3  There's  a  crown  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
And  all  who  look  for  Jesus 
Shall  wear  it  by  and  by — 

I  AM  JESUS'  LITTLE  LAMB. 


A  crown  of  brightest  glory, 

Which  He  will  then  bestow 
On  those  who  found  His  favor 

And  loved  His  name  below. 
There's  a  song  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
And  a  harp  of  sweetest  music 

And  palms  of  victory. 
All,  all  above  is  treasured, 

And  found  in  Christ  alone; 
Lord,  grant  Thy  little  children 

To  know  Thee  as  their  own.    Amen. 


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In  this  blessed  fold  all  day, 
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Whose  kind  arms,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bear  me  to  the  world  of  light? 
Yes,  oh  yes,  my  lot  is  bright.    Amen. 


Out  and  in  I  safely  go, 

Want  and  hunger  never  know; 

Soft  green  pastures  He  discloseth, 

Where  His  happy  flock  reposeth; 

When  I  faint  or  thirsty  be, 

To  the  brook  He  leadeth  me. 


300  MISCELLANEOUS. 

t>iJ  •         CHRISTMAS  EVE.    8s  &  7s.    81. 


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There  were  shepherds  once  abiding 

In  the  field  to  watch  by  night, 
And  they  saw  the  clouds  dividing, 

And  the  sky  above  was  bright; 
And  a  glory  shone  around  them 

On  the  grass  as  they  were  laid; 
And  a  holy  angel  found  them, 

And  their  hearts  were  sore  afraid. 

"Fear  ye  not,"  he  said;  "for  cheerful 
Are  the  tidings  that  I  bring, 

Unto  you,  so  weak  and  fearful, 

Christ  is  born,  the  Lord  and  King.' 


As  the  angel  told  the  story 
Of  the  Saviour's  lowly  birth, 

Multitudes  were  singing  "Glory 
Be  to  God,  and  peace  on  earth!" 

Since  Thy  love  for  our  salvation, 
Saviour,  covered  Thee  with  shame, 

Let  Thy  Church,  in  every  nation, 
Sing  the  glory  of  Thy  Name; 

Let  Thy  Holy  Spirit  make  us 
Full  of  humbleness  and  love, 

Like  Thyself,  until  Thou  take  us 

To  our  Father's  house  above. 

John  M.  Xcale. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Ot/S      WHILE  SHEPHERDS  WATCHED  THEIR  FLOCKS  BY  NIGHT. 


301 


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2  "Fear  not/ 'said  he; (for  mighty  dread 
Had  seized  their  troubled  mind;) 

"Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. — Cho. 

3  "To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 
Is  born  of  David's  line 

The  Saviour, who  is  Christ  the  Lord; 
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4  "The  heav'nly  Babe  you  there  shall 
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All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." — Cho. 

5  Thus  spake  the  Seraph;  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song. — Cho. 

6  "All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace;         [men 
Good-will  henceforth  from  heav'n  to 
Begin,  and  never  cease!" — Cho. 

Nahum  Tate,  1696. 


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Though  we  cannot  bring 
Gold,  or  myrrh,  or  incense, 

Fitting  for  a  King. 
Gifts  he  asketh  richer, 

Offerings  costlier  still, 
Yet  may  Christian  children 

Bring  them  if  they  will. 


2  In  a  manger  lowly 

Sleepsthe  heav'nly  Child, 
O'er  him  fondly  bendeth 

Mary,  mother  mild. 
Far  above  that  stable, 

Up  in  heaven  so  high, 
One  bright  star  outshineth, 

Watching  silently. 


4  Brighter  than  all  jewels 
Shines  the  modest  eye  ; 

Best  of  gifts,  he  loveth 
Infant  purity. 

Haste  we,  then,  to  welcome 
With  a  joyous  lay 

Christ,  the  King  of  Glory, 

Born  for  us  to-day. 

S.  C.  Hamerton. 


302' 

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FRED.    SCHILLING,  1865. 


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2  Slumbering  in  a  lowly  manger 

Lies  the  mighty  Lord  of  all, 
And  before  the  holy  Stranger 

See  the  trembling  shepherds  fall. 
He  has  come,  the  long-expected, 

Full  of  wisdom,  love,  and  grace, 
To  redeem  his  ruined  creatures, 

To  restore  our  fallen  race. 
Cho. — So  let  angels  wake  the  chorus, 

So  let  ransomed  men  reply, 
Chanting  the  celestial  anthem, 

"Glory  be  to  God  on  high!" 


3  And  this  joyful  Christmas  morning, 

Breaking  o'er  the  world  below, 
Tells  again  the  wondrous  story 

Shepherds  heard  so  long  ago. 
Who  shall  still  our  tuneful  voices, 

Who  the  tide  of  praise  shall  stem, 
Which  the  blessed  angels  taught  us 

In  the  fields  of  Bethlehem  ? 
Cho. — Hark !  we  hear  again  the  chorus 

Ringing  through  the  starry  sky, 
And  we  join  the  heav'nly  anthem, 

"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high  !  " 

Mrs.  M.  N.  Meigs. 


701 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


303 


ANGELIC  SONG.     P.  M. 


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Onward  we  go,  for  still  we  hear  them  singing, 
"Come,  weary  souls,  for  Jesus  bids  you  come;" 
And,  through  the  dark  its  echos  sweetly  ringing, 
The  music  of  the  Gospel  leads  us  home. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 
Far,  far  away,  like  bells  at  evening  pealing, 

The  voice  of  Jesus  sounds  o'er  land  and  sea, 
And  laden  souls  by  thousands  meekly  stealing, 
Kind  Shepherd,  turn  their  weary  steps  to  Thee. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 
Rest  comes  at  length,  though  life  be  long  and  dreary, 

The  day  must  dawn,  and  darksome  night  be  past; 
All  journeys  end  in  welcome  to  the  weary, 
And  heaven,  the  heart's  true  home,  will  come  at  last. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 
Angels,  sing  on!  your  faithful  watches  keeping; 

Sing  us  sweet  fragments  of  the  songs  above; 
Till  morning's  joy  shall  end  the  night  of  weeping, 
And  life's  long  shadows  break  in  cloudless  love. 

Angels  of  Jesus,  etc.     Amen.  f.  w. 


Fetor. 


304  MISCELLANEOUS. 

I  U*d         HOLY  NIGHT!  PEACEFUL  NIGHT! 


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Only  for  shepherds'  sight 
Came  blest  visions  of  angel-throngs 
With  their  loud  alleluia  songs, 
Saying,  Jesus  is  come, 
Saying,  Jesus  is  come. 


703 


CAROL,  CAROL.  CHRISTIANS. 


3  Holy  night!  peaceful  night! 
Child  of  heaven,  oh,  how  bright     [born! 
Thou  didst  smile  on  us  when  Thou  wast 
Blest  indeed  was  that  happy  morn, 

Full  of  heavenly  joy, 

Full  of  heavenly  joy. 


Fine. 


Car  -  ol,  car  -  ol,  Chris-tians,  Car  -  ol  joy  -  ful    -    ly 
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Car  •  ol  for  the    com  -  ing  Of  Christ's  na-tiv  -  i-      ty. 


2  Go  ye  to  the  forest, 

Where  the  myrtles  grow, 
Where  the  pine  and  laurel 
Bend  beneath  the  snow, 


And  gather  them  for  Jesus, 
Wreathe  them  for  His  shrine, 

Make  His  temple  glorious 

With  the  box  and  pine. —Carol,  etc. 

3  Give  us  grace,  O  Saviour, 

To  put  off  in  might 
Deeds  and  dreams  of  darkness 

For  the  robes  of  light, 
That  we  may  live  as  lowly 

As  Thyself  with  men, 
So  to  rise  in  glory 

When  Thou  com' st again.  Carol,  etc. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


701 


ALL  TO  CHRIST.     P.  M. 


303 

J.   T.   GRAPE. 


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2  Lord,  now  indeed  I  find 
Thy  power,  and  Thine  alone, 

Can  change  the  leper's  spots, 
And  melt  the  heart  of  stone. — Cho. 

3  For  nothing  good  have  I 
Whereby  Thy  grace  to  claim — 

I'll  wash  my  garment  white 
In  the  blood  of  Calvary's  Lamb.-Cho. 


4  When  from  my  dying  bed 
My  ransomed  soul  shall  rise, 

Then  "Jesus  paid  it  all" 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies.— 

5  And  when  before  the  throne 
I  stand  in  Him  complete, 

I'll  lay  my  trophies  down, 
All  down  at  Jesus'  feet. — Cho. 


-Cho. 


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3  O  Sin,  thou  art  vanquished, 

Thv  long  reign  is  o'er; 
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Though  still  thou  dost  vex  us, 
We  dread  thee  no  more. 

Oh  sing,  etc. 

4  Our  Lord  hath  arisen, 
Day  breaketh  at  last ; 
The  long  night  of  weeping 

Is  now  wellnigh  past.    Oh  sing,  ete. 


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And  pour  in  full  measure, 
Sweet  lyres,  your  song. 
Sing,  sing,  for  He  liveth, 

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Clap,  clap  your  hands,  mountains; 

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Ye  hills,  catch  the  sound.     . 
All  triumph!  He  liveth, 

He  lives,  as  He  said; 
The  Lord  has  arisen 

Unharmed  from  the  dead. 

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WE  WILL  CAROL  JOYFULLY. 


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Praise  from  every  heart  and  voice 
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Carol,  carol,  etc. 

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Carol,  carol,  etc. 

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Grateful  hearts,  with  love  and  praise, 

To  our  risen  Lord  and  King. 

Carol,  carol,  etc. 


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That  we  might  go  at  last  to  heaven, 

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There  was  none  other  good  enough 

To  pay  the  price  of  sin, 
He  only  could  unlock  the  gate 

Of  heaven,  and  let  us  in. 


Oh,  dearly,  dearly  has  He  loved, 

And  we  must  love  Him  too, 
And  trust  in  His  redeeming  blood, 

And  try  His  works  to  do. 
For  there's  a  green  hill  far  away, 

Without  a  city  wall, 
"Where  the  dear  Lord  was  crucified, 

Who  died  to  save  us  all.     Amen. 


709 


ENDLESS  PRAISES  TO  OUR  LORD. 


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"Glory  to  our  God  and  King!"  Amen. 


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2  Tell  me  the  story  slowly, 

That  I  may  take  it  in — 
That  wonderful  redemption, 

God's  remedy  for  sin! 
Tell  me  the  story  often, 

For  I  forget  so  soon! 
The  "early  dew"  of  morning 

Has  passed  away  at  noon! — Cho. 

3  Tell  me  the  story  softly, 

With  earnest  tones  and  grave; 
Remember!  I'm  the  sinner 
Whom  Jesus  came  to  save. 


Tell  me  that  story  always, 

If  you  would  really  be, 
In  any  time  of  trouble, 

A  comforter  to  me. — Cho. 

4  Tell  me  the  same  old  story, 

When  you  have  cause  to  fear 
That  this  world's  empty  glory 

Is  costing  me  too  dear. 
Yes,  and  when  that  world's  glory 

Is  drawing  on  my  soul, 
Tell  me  the  old,  old  story:         [Cho. 

"Christ  Jesus  makes  thee  whole." 

K.  Hankey. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

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2  I  love  to  tell  the  story: 

Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems  each  time  I  tell  it, 

More  wonderfully  sweet. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story : 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation, 

From  God's  own  holy  word. — Cho- 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  story; 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  New,  New  Song, 
'Twill  be  the  Old,  Old  Story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long. — Cho. 

A'.  JIankey, 

712 

1  I  saw  the  cross  of  Jesus, 

When  burdened  with  my  sin; 
I  sought  the  cross  of  Jesus, 
To  give  me  peace  within ; 


Cho.- 


I  brought  my  soul  to  Jesus, 
He  cleansed  it  in  His  blood; 

x4md  in  the  cross  of  Jesus 
I  found  my  peace  with  God. 

-No  righteousness,  no  merit, 
No  beauty  can  I  plead; 

Yet  in  the  cross  I  glory, 
My  title  there  I  read. 

Sweet  is  the  cross  of  Jesus! 

There  let  my  weary  heart 
Still  rest  in  peace  unshaken, 

Till  with  Him,  ne'er  to  part; 
And  then  in  strains  of  glory 

I'll  sing  His  wondrous  power, 
Where  sin  can  never  enter, 

And  death  is  known  no  more. 


Cho. — I  love  the  cros3  of  Jesus. 
It  tells  me  what  I  am; 
A  vile  and  guilty  creature, 

Saved  only  through  the  Lamb. 


310  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  lO        WONDERFUL  WORDS.    P.  M. 


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2  Christ,  the  blessed  One  gives  to  all 
Wonderful  words  of  life  ; 

Sinner,  list  to  the  loving  call, 
Wonderful  words  of  life; 

All  so  freely  given, 

Wooing  us  to  heaven. — Cho. 

714 


RIPPLE.     6s. 


3.  Sweetly  echo  the  gospel  call, 
Wonderful  words  of  life; 
Offer  pardon  and  peace  to  all, 

Wonderful  words  of  life; 
Jesus,  only  Saviour, 
Sanctify  forever. — Cho. 


P.  P.  Bliss. 


WM.  B.  BRADBURY, 


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311 


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1.   My  Father's  house  on  high!    Borne  of  my  soul!  how  near,   At  times,  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye   Thy  golden  gates  ap-pear! 


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To  reach  the  land  I  love, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 

3  Yet,  clouds  will  intervene, 

And  all  my  prospect  flies; 
Like  Noah's  dove  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 

4  Anon  the  clouds  depart, 

The  winds  and  waters  cease; 

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Expands  the  bow  of  peace. 
I  hear  at  morn  and  even, 

At  noon  and  midnight  hour, 
The  choral  harmonies  of  heaven, 

Earth's  Babel-tongues  o'erpower. 
Then,  then  I  feel  that  He — 

Remembered  or  forgot — 
The  Lord  is  never  far  from  me, 

Though  I  perceive  Him  not. 


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Make  me  know  that  Thou  canst  save: 
Keep  me  safe  by  Thy  dear  side; 
Let  me  in  Thy  love  abide. 
When  I'm  tempted  to  do  wrong, 
Make  me  steadfast,  wise,  and  strong; 


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Shield  me  with  Thy  mighty  hand. 
When  my  heart  is  full  of  glee, 
Help  me  to  remember  Thee, — 
Happy  most  of  all  to  know 
That  mv  Father  loves  me  so. 


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2  Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 

And  patient  hope  is  crowned, 
And  everlasting  light 
Its  glory  throws  around. 

3  There  is  a  land  of  peace, 

Good  angels  know  it  well; 
Glad  songs  that  never  cease 
Within  its  portals  swell; 

4  Around  its  glorious  throne, 

Ten  thousand  saints  adore 
Christ,  with  the  Father  One 
And  Spirit,  evermore. 

5  O  joy  all  joys  beyond, 

To  see  the  Lamb  who  died, 


And  count  each  sacred  wound 

In  hands,  and  feet,  and  side; 
To  give  to  Him  the  praise 

Of  every  triumph  won, 
And  sing  through  endless  days 

The  great  things  He  hath  done. 
Look  up  ye  saints  of  God, 

Nor  fear  to  tread  below 
The  path  your  Saviour  trod 

Of  daily  toil  and  woe. 
Wait  but  a  little  while 

In  uncomplaining  love, 
His  own  most  gracious  -mile 

Shall  welcome  you  above. 

Henr;/  W.  Baker.  1861. 


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2  Near  the  Cross,  a  trembling  soul, 
Love  and  mercy  found  me; 
There  the  bright  and  morning  star 
Sheds  its  beams  around  me. — Cho. 


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3  Near  the  Cross!  oh,  Lamb  of  God, 
Bring  its  scenes  before  me; 
Help  me  walk  from  dayto  day, 
With  its  shadow  o'er  me.— Cho. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby. 


AM  COMING.    P.  M. 


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2  Though  coming  weak  and  vile, 
Thou  dost  my  strength  assure; 


Thou  dost  my  vileness  fully  cleanse, 
Till  spotless  all,  and  pure.— Cho. 

3  'Tis  Jesus  calls  me  on 

To  perfect  faith  and  love, 
To  perfect  hope,  and  peace,  and  trust, 
For  earth  and  heaven  above. — Cho. 

4  All  hail!  atoning  blood! 

All  hail!  redeeming  grace! 
All  hail!  the  gift  of  Christ,  our  Lord, 
Our  Strength  and  Righteousness.-Cho. 
L.  Hartsough. 


723 


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SAFE  IN  THE  ARMS  OF  JESUS. 


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2  Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 

Safe  from  corroding  care, 
Safe  from  the  world's  temptations, 

8in  cannot  harm  me  there. 
Free  from  the  blight  of  sorrow, 

Free  from  my  doubts  and  fears; 
Only  a  few  more  trials, 

Only  a  few  more  tears! — Cho. 

724 


LYTE.      6s  &  4s. 


Jesus,  my  heart's  dear  refuge, 

Jesus  has  died  for  me; 
Firm  on  the  Rock  of  Ages, 

Ever  my  trust  shall  be. 
Here  let  me  wait  with  patience, 

Wait  till  the  night  is  o'er; 
Wait  till  I  see  the  morning 

Break  on  the  golden  shore.— Cho. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby, 
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Though  I  grow  poor  and  old, 
He  will  my  faith  uphold; 

Jesus  is  mine. 
He  shall  my  wants  supply; 
His  precious  blood  is  nigh, 
Naught  can  my  hope  destroy; 

Jesus  is  mine. 


When  earth  shall  pass  away, 
In  the  great  judgment  day, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Oh,  what  a  glorious  thing 
Then  to  behold  my  King, 
On  tuneful  harps  to  sing, 

Jesus  is  mine.  1  J.  M.  Hope, 


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Boisterous  waves  obey  Thy  will 
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And  the  fearful  breakers  roar 
'Twixt  me  and  the  peaceful  rest, 
Then,  while  leaning  on  Thy  breast, 
May  I  hear  Thee  say  to  me, 
"Fear  not,  I  will  pilot  thee!" 

E.  Hojjper,  1818. 


MORNINGTON.     S.  M. 


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Thy  wondrous  ways,  O  Lord,  we  mark, 
And  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee. 

3  Jesus  is  nigh,  who  trod 

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And  died  in  calm  away. 
4  Though  swells  the  threatening  tide, 
Mounting  to  heaven  above, 
We  know  in  whom  our  souls  confide, 
And  fearless  trust  His  love.   Amen. 

Charlotte  E.  Tonali. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


317 


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O  Jesus,  Thou  art  knocking: 

And  lo!  that  hand  is  scarred, 
And  thorns  Thy  brow  encircle, 

And  tears  Thy  face  have  marred: 
Oh,  love  that  passeth  knowledge, 

So  patiently  to  wait! 
Oh.  sin  that  hath  no  equal, 

So  fast  to  bar  the  gate! 


O  Jesus,  Thou  art  pleading 

In  accents  meek  and  low, — 
"I  died  for  you,  my  children, 

And  will  ye  treat  me  so?" 
O  Lord,  with  shame  and  sorrow 

We  open  now  the  door: 
Dear  Saviour,  enter,  enter, 

And  leave  us  nevermore! 

W.  W.  How,  185U. 


.  Pan  m  not.  Oh.  gentle  Saviour,  Dear  my  humble  cry;  ) 
^  While  on  others  Thou  art  smiling,  {omit) / 


d.  c. — While  on  others  Th^u  art  calling,  (omit)., 


Do  not  pass  me  by. 
Do  not  pass  me  by. 


Saviour,  Sav-iour,  hear  my  humble  cry! 


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2  Let  me  at  Thy  throne  of  mercy 

Find  a  sweet  relief; 
Kneeling  there  in  deep  contrition, 
Help  my  unbelief. — Clio. 

3  Trusting  only  in  Thy  merit, 

AVould  I  seek  Thy  face; 


Heal  my  wounded,  broken  spirit, 
Save  me  by  Thy  grace. — Cho. 
4  Thou  the  Spring  of  all  my  comfort, 
More  than  life  to  me. 

Whom  on  earth  have  I  beside  Thee, 
WJiom  in  heaven  but  Thee! — Cho. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby. 


318  MISCELLANEOUS, 

4a\)        WHAT  A  FRIEND  WE  HAVE  IN  JESUS.    8s,  7s.     D. 


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TRUSTING. 


Can  we  find  a  friend  so  faithful 

Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share? 
Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
3  Are  we  weak  and  heavy  laden, 

Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care? — 
Precious  Saviour,  still  our  refuge, — 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee? 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer; 
In  His  arms  He'll  take  and  shield  thee, 

Thou  wilt  find  a  solace  there. 


WM.  G.   FISCHER. 


am  coming  to  the  cross;  I  am  poor,  and  weak,  and  blind;  1  am  counting  all  but  dross;   I  shall  full  sal-ra-tion  find. 
kef—I  am  trusting,  Lord,  in  Thee,  Dear   Lamb  of  Cal-va-ry;   Hum-  bly  at  Thy  cross  I  bow;  Save  me,Je-sus,  save  me  novr. 


Per.  of  Wm.  G.  Fischer. 


2  Long  my  heart  has  sighed  for  Thee; 
Long  has  evil  dwelt  within; 

Jesus  sweetly  speaks  to  me, 

I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin. — Ref. 

3  Here  I  give  my  all  to  Thee, — 
Friends  and  time  and  earthly  store; 


Soul  and  body  Thine  to  be — 
Wholly  Thine  for  evermore. — Refi 

4  In  the  promises  I  trust; 
Now  I  feel  the  blood  applied; 

I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust; 

I  with  Christ  am  crucified. —  Ref. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


319 


INVITATION.     C.  M.     D. 


LOUIS  SPOHE. 


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"Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water!  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream:     [vived, 
My   thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  re- 
And  now  I  live  in  Him. 


I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
"I  am  this  dark  world's  light: 
Look  unto  me;  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 
I  looked  to  Jesus  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun; 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk 

Till  all  my  journey's  done. 


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2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 
With  this  I  venture  nigh; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  Thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 


3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed, 
By  war  without,  and  fear  within, 
I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  Thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  Thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him — Thou  hast  died. 

5  Oh,  wondrous  Love — to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  Thy  gracious  name! 

J.  Newton. 


320 

733 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


PRECIOUS  NAME.    8s,  7s. 


WILLIAM  HOWARD  DOANE. 


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2  Take  the  name  of  Jesus  ever, 
As  a  shield  from  ev'ry  snare; 

If  temptations  round  you  gather,  Cho. 
Breathe  that  holy  name  in  prayer. 

3  Oh,  the  precious  name  of  Jesus! 
How  it  thrills  our  souls  with  joy, 


734 


SHINING  SHORE.     P.  M. 


When  His  loving  arms  receive  us, 
And  His  soDgs  our  tongues  employ! 

4  At  the  name  of  Jesus  bowing,      [Cho. 
Falling  prostrate  at  His  feet, 

King  of  kings  in  heaven  we'll  crown  Him, 
When  our  journey  is  complete.  Cho. 

Mrs.  Lydia  Baxter. 


GEORGE  F.  ROOT,  1859. 


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1.  My  day?  are  glid-ing  swiftly  by,  And   I,    a    pilgrim  stranger,  Would  not  de-tain  them  as  they  fly, 

d.  s.  just  be-fore,  the  Shining  Shore 


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Those  hours    of  toil  and  danger.  For,  Oh,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand,  Our  friends  are  passing  over;  And 
We   may    al-most  dis-  cov-  er. 

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Per.  of  Biglow  &  Main. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


321 


MY  REDEEMER 


JAMES   MCGRANAIIAN. 


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cross  He  sealed  ray  pardon,  On  the  cross  He  sealed  my  pardon, 

2  I  will  tell  the  wond'rous  story, 

How  my  Lost  estate  to  save, 
In  His  boundless  love  and  mercy, 
He  the  ransom  freely  gave. 

3  I  will  praise  my  dear  Redeemer, 

His  triumphant  pow'r  I'll  tell, 


Paid  the  debt,  and  made  me  free, 
How  the  victory  He  giveth 
Over  sin,  and  death,  and  hell. 
4  I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer, 

And  His  heav'nly  love  to  me; 
He  from  death  to  life  hath  bro't  me, 
Son  of  God,  with  Him  to  be. 


734     Continued. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  heavenly  home  discerning; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. — Ref. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing; 
(21) 


That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest,' 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. Ref. 

Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 
Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever;   [home 

Our  King  says,  Come,  and  there  s  our 
For  ever,  oh,  for  ever! 

David  Nelson,  1836. 


322 

736 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


WHITER  THAN  SNOW. 


WM.  G.  FISCHER,  1872. 


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2  Lord  Jesus,  look  down  from  Thy  throne  in  the  skies, 
And  help  me  to  make  a  complete  sacrifice; 
I  give  up  myself,  and  whatever  I  know — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow.— Cho. 


3  Lord  Jesus,  for  this  I  most  humbly  entreat; 
I  wait,  blessed  Lord,  at  Thy  crucified  feet, 

By  faith,  for  my  cleansing,  I  see  Thy  blood  flow — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. — Cho. 

4  Lord  Jesus,  Thou  seest  I  patiently  wait; 
Come  now,  and  within  me  a  new  heart  create; 

To  those  who  have  sought  Thee,  Thou  never  said'st  No — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  thao  snow. — Cho.  ' 


737 


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328 


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2  Though  they  are  slighting  Him, 
Still  He  is  waiting, 

Waiting  the  penitent  child  to  receive, 

Plead  with  them  earnestly, 

Plead  with  them  gently: 
He  will  forgive  if  they  only  believe. 

3  Down  in  the  human  heart, 
Crushed  by  the  tempter, 

Feelings  lie  buried    that   grace  can  re- 
store: 


Touched  by  a  loving  heart, 
Wakened  by  kindness, 
Chords  that   were   broken  will   vibrate 
once  more.  Cho. 

4  Rescue  the  perishing, 

Duty  demands  it;  [vide: 

Strength  for  thy  labor  the  Lord  will  pro- 
Back  to  the  narrow  way 
Patiently  win  them;  [died.  Cho. 

Tell  the  poor  wanderer  a  Saviour  ha« 

Fanny  J.  Orotby. 


324 

738 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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2  Working  will  not  save  me —    • 
Purest  deeds  that  I  can  do, 
Honest  thought  and  feelings  too, 


739 


I  NEED  THEE  EVERY  HOUR.  P.  M. 

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Cannot  form  my  soul  anew, — 
Working  will  not  save  me. — Cho. 

3  Waiting  will  not  save  me — 
Helpless,  guilty,  lost,  I  lie; 
In  my  ear  is  mercy's  cry; 

If  I  wait  I  can  but  die — 
Waiting  will  not  save  me. — Cho. 

4  Faith  in  Christ  will  save  me — 
Let  me  trust  Thy  weeping  Son; 
Trust  the  work  that  He  has  done; 
To  His  arms,  Lord,  help  me  run — 

Faith  in  Christ  will  save  me.— Cho. 

R.  Lowry. 

ROBERT  LOWRY. 


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2  I  need  Thee  every  hour; 

Stay  Thou  near  by; 
Temptations  lose  their  power 
When  Thou  art  nigh.  Ref. 

3  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

In  joy  or  pain; 
Come  quickly  and  abide, 
Or  life  is  vain.  Ref. 


4  I  need  Thee  every  hour; 

Teach  me  Thy  will; 
And  Thy  rich  promises 
In  me  fulfill.  Eef. 

5  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

Most  Holy  One; 
Oh,  make  me  Thine  indeed. 
Thou  blessed  Son!  Ref. 

Mrs.  Annie  S.  Hawksr 


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325 


TITOS.   HASTIXOS. 


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2  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition, 
Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind! 
Here  the  guilty,  free  remission, 


Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find; 
Health  this  fountain  will  restore, 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more — 

He  that  drinks  shall  live  for  ever; 

'Tis  a  soul-renewing  flood: 
God  is  faithful;  God  will  never 

Break  His  covenant  in  blood, 
Signed  when  our  Redeemer  died, 
Sealed  when  He  was  glorified. 


741 


NESTOR  CHANT.     L.  M. 


WM.   B.   BRADBURY. 


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2  Take  up  thy  cross;  let  not  its  weight 
Fill  thy  weak  spirit  with  alarm: 

My  strength  shall  bear  thy  spirit  up,  [arm. 
And  brace  thine  heart  and  nerve  thine 

3  Take  up  thy  cross  then  in  His  strength, 
And  calmly  every  danger  brave; 


1  'Twill  guide  thee  to  a  better  home, 
And  lead  to  victory  o'er  the  grave. 
4  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  Him, 
Nor  think  till  death  to  lay  it  down; 
For  only  he  who  bears  the  cross 
May  hope  to  wear  the  glorious  crown. 

Charles  W.  Everest,  183S. 


326 

742 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace ! 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot  cease! 
Though  oft  from  Thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  Thee  in  glory,  at  home. 
While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
Oh,  give  me  submission,  and  strength  as  my  day; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  Thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 
Whate'er  Thou  deniest,  oh,  give  me  Thy  grace, 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  Thy  face; 
Endue  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  Thy  throne, 
And  find,  even  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home, 


David  Denham,  1837. 
u.  c.  burnap,  1868. 


[.  My  spir-it  longs  for      Thee       To  dwell  within  my  breast;      Al -though  unworthy     I        Of     so  divine  a   Guest! 


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Cirwor-tby  though  I  be,      Yet  hath  my  heart  no  rest      Cn-til  it  come  to  Thee!  A  -  men. 


f-     -&9 


Per.  of  U.  C.  Burnap. 

2  Until  it  come  to  Thee, 
In  vain  I  look  around : 
In  all  that  I  can  see 
No  rest  is  to  be  found ! 


No  rest  is  to  be  found, 
But  in  Thy  bleeding  love, 

Oh,  let  my  wish  be  crowned, 
And  send  it  from  above! 


FREDERICK,     us. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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327 


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2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin, 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within: 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway;  no,  welcome  the  tomb; 
Since  Jesus  has  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  He  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  Him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God? 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 

•  Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns: 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet, 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul.  w.  a.  Muhlenberg. 


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2  "Thy  will  be  |  done!"||If  o'ear  us  shine 
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"Thy  will  be  |  done!" 
3  "Thy  will  be  |  done! " |  |Tho'shrouded  o'er 
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Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs — 

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3  Despond  then  no  longer;  the  Lord  will 

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The  threefold  grace  is  said. 

3  Oh,  spread  Thy  pure  wing  o'er  them, 

Let  no  ill  power  find  place, 
When  onward  to  Thine  altar 
Their  hallow'd  patli  they  trace. 

4  To  cast  their  crowns  before  Thee 

In  perfect  sacrifice, 
Till  to  the  home  of  gladness 

With  Christ's  own  Bride  they  rise.  Amen. 

Keble,  1857. 

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O  Lord  of  life  and  love, 

Come  Thou  again  to-day; 
And  bring  a  blessing  from  above 

That  ne'er  shall  pass  away. 
O  bless,  as  erst  of  old, 

The  bridegroom  and  the  bride; 
Bless  with  the  holier  stream  that  flowed 

Forth  from  Thy  pierced  side. 
Before  Thine  altar-throne 

This  mercy  we  implore; 
As  Thou  dost  knit  them,  Lord,  in  one, 

So  bless  them  evermore. 

H.  W.  Baker,  1861. 

I.  HOLDRAYD, 


1.  Come,graciousLord,desccnd  and  dwell ,By  faith  and  love,ineverybreast;Thenshall  weknowaodtasteandfeelThe  joysthatcannotbeexpressed. 


2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 

And  learn  the  height  and  breadth  and  length 
Of  Thine  eternal  love  and  grace. 


3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  and  wishes  know, 

Be  everlasting  honors  done, 

By  all  the  Church,  through  Christ  His  Son- 
Isaac   Waits,  Ulh-llhS, 


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Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  His  name, — 
Ye  who  have  felt  His  blood 
Sealing;  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  His  dear  name  abroad, 

"Worthy  theLamb!" 

3  Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless: 

Praise  ye  His  name! 
In  Him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

"Worthy  theLamb!" 

4  Soon  must  we  change  our  place 
Yet  will  we  never  cease 

Praising  His" name: 
To  Him  our  songs  we  bring; 
Hail  Him  our  gracious  King; 
And  through  all  ages  sing, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

J.  Allen. 


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1  O  Holy  Lord,  our  God, 
By  heavenly  hosts  adored, 

Hear  us,  we  pray: 
To  Thee  the  Cherubim, 
Angels  and  Seraphim, 
Unceasing  praises  bring — 

Their  homage  pay. 

2  Here  give  Thy  word  success; 
And  this  Thy  servant  bless; 

His  labors  own ; 
And  while  the  sinners'Friend 
His  life  and  wTords  commend, 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  send, 

And  make  Him  known. 

3  May  every  passing  year 
More  happy  still  appear 

Than  this  glad  day; 
With  numbers  fill  the  place, 
Adorn  Thy  saints  with  grace; 
Thy  truth  may  all  embrace, 

O  Lord,  we  pray. 


7CR,     WELLS,    l.  m. 

1  God  calling  yet!  shall  I  not  hear? 
Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly, 
And  will  my  soul  in  slumber  lie? 

2  God  calling  yet?  and  > h a  1 1  He  knock, 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock? 

He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 
And  shall  I  dare  His  Spirit  grieve? 


3  God  calling  yet!  and  shall  I  give 
No  heed;  but  still  in  bondage  live? 
I  wait,  but  He  does  not  forsake; 
He  calls  me  still:  my  heart,  awake! 

4  God  calling  yet!  I  cannot  stay; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay: 
Vain  world,  farewell!  from  thee  I  part; 
The  voice  ofGod  hath  nachedmyheart. 

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Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  m y  winters  so  long? 
Oh,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  the  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore; 
Or  bid  me  soar  upward  on  high, 

Where  winters  and  storms  are  no  more. 

J.  Newt&n. 


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1  My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love, 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore, 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion,  and  power, — 
Dissolve  Thou  these  bands  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  Thee; 
Ah,  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 

And  make  me  eternally  free ! 


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ROSEDALE 


When  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  arrayed  in  Thy  glories  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 

The  bosom  on  which  I  recline, 
Oh,  then  shall  the  vail  be  removed, 

And  round  me  Thy  brightness  be  poured! 
I  shall  meet  Him,  whom  absent  I  loved, 

I  shall  see,  whom  unseen  I  adored. 

And  then,  nevermore  shall  the  fears, 

The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 
Which  darken  this  valley  of  tears, 

Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose: 
To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 

My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone; 
Oh,  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 

And  waft  me  away  to  His  throne! 

William  Cowper. 


GEORGE  P.  ROOT,  1849. 


O  wanderer,  return, 
And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 
His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Eeturn,  O  wanderer,  return, 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live; 
Go  to  His  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 
And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear: 

'Tis  God  who  says,  "No  longer  mourn," 
'Tie  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

William  B.  Collyer.    1812. 


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And  since  He  bids  me  seek  His  face, 
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prayer! 
May  I  thy  consolation  share; 
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I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight: 
This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize; 
And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  praver. 
W.  W.  Waljord,  181,6. 

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Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 
And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye 
To  brighter  prospects  given; 


And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene — in  heaven. 
4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven! 

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1.  Sing  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song;  and  His  praise  from  the  |  end  of  the 

ye  that  go  down  to  the  sea,  and  |  all  that  |  is  there-  |  in. 

2.  Let  the  wilderness  and  the  cities  thereof  lift  |  up  their  |  voice;  ||  let  the  inhabi- 

tants of  the  rock  sing,  let  them  shout  |  from  the  |  tops  of  the  |  mountains. 

3.  Let  them  give  glory  unto  the  Lord,  and  declare  His  praise  |  among  the  |  hea- 

then. ||  The  Lord  hath  |  com-forted  |  His —  |  people; 

4.  He  hath  made  bare  His  holy  arm  in  the  eyes  of  |  all —  |  nations:  ||  and  all  the 

ends  of  the  earth  shall  see  the  sal-  |  vation  |  of  our  |  God. 

5.  Say  to  the  Daughter  of  Zion,  behold,  thy  sal-  |  vation  |  cometh;  ||  behold,   His 

reward  is  with  Him,  |  and  His  |  work  be-  |  fore  Him. 

6.  Fear  thou  not;  for  |  lam  |  with  thee;  ||  be  not  dismayed;  for  |  lam  |  thy —  |  God: 
7i  I  will  strengthen  thee;  yea,#  I   will  |  help —  |  thee.  ||  Unto  you  that  fear  My 

name  shall  the  Sun  of  righteousness  arise  with  |  healing  |  in  His  |  wings! 
8.  The  glory  of  the  Lord  shall  be  revealed,  and  |  all  flesh  shall  |  see  it.  ||  Death 

shall  be  swallowed  up  in  victory,  and  God  will  wipe  away  |  all  tears  |  from 
our  |  eyes. 
And  it  shall  be  said  in  that  day,  Lo!  |  this  is  our  |  God;  ||  we  have  waited  for 
Him,  |  and —  |  He  will  |  save  us; 

10.  This  is  the  Lord;  we  have  |  waited  for  |  Him,  ||  we  will  be  glad  and  re-  |  joice 

in  |  His  sal-  |  vation. 

11.  Sanctify  and  prepare  yourselves  to  look  upon  the  glory  of  our  God;  for 

Lord—  |  cometh.  ||  Prepare  ye  the  way  of  the  Lord    and  |  make 
paths —  |  straight. 

12.  Let  us  serve  Him  with  gladness,  and  come  before  His  |  presence  with 

ing!  ||  Blessed  is  He  that  cometh  in  the  |  name —  |  of  the  |  Lord! 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  |  and  to  the  |  Son,  ||  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost: 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  shall  |  be,  ||  world  without  |  end. 

A-  |  men. 

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1.  Behold,  I  bring  you  good  tidings  of  |  great —  |  joy;  ||  for  unto  you  is  born  this 

day  a  Saviour,  |  which  is  |  Christ  the  |  Lord! 

2.  Glory  to  God  |  in  the  |  highest,  \\  and  on  earth,  peace,  |  good —  |  will  toward  | 

men! 

3.  The  Lord  hath  remembered  His  |  cov-e-  |  nant  f|  and  sent  sal-  |  vation  |  to  His  | 

people. 

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1.  Christ  our  Passover  was  offered  for   us  |  ou  this  |  day.  ||  He  was  delivered  for  | 

our  of-  |  fen —  |  ses. 

2.  He  bore  our  sins  in  His  own  body  |  on  the  I  tree,  ||  and  the  Lord  hath  laid   on 

Him  the  in-  |  iquity  of  |  us —  |  all. 

3.  He  hath  trodden  the  wine-  |    press  a-  |  lone,  ||  and  of  the  people  |  there   was  | 

none  with  |  Him. 

4.  He  was  taken  from  prison  |  and  from  |  judgment;  ||  He  was  cut  off  out  |  of  the 

land  |  of  the  |  living. 

5.  Thou  wast  slain,  and  hast  re-  |  deemed  |  us  ||  out  of  every  kindred,  and  tongue, 

and  |  people,  |  and —  |  nation; 

6.  Thou  hast  loved  us,  and  washed  us  from  our  sins  in  |  Thine  own  |  blood;  ||  and 

hast  made  us  unto  our  God,  |  kings —  |  and —  |  priests. 

7.  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  |  that  was  |  slain  ||  to  receive  power,  and  riches,    and  wis- 

dom, and  strength,  and  honor,  and  glory,  for  |  ever  and  |  ev- —  |  er. 

8.  Now  is  come  sal  |   vation  and  |  strength,  IJ  and  the  kingdom  of    our  God,   and 

the  |  power  of  |  His —  |  Christ. 

9.  Death  shall  be    swallowed  |  up  in  |  victory,  ||  and  God  shall  wipe   away   all  | 

tears —  |  from  our  |  eyes. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  |  and  to  the  |  Son,  ||  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost: 
As  it  was  inthe  beginning,  isnow,  and  |  evershall  |  be,  ||  world  without  |  end. —  | 


766    Continued. 

5.  This  is  the  Lord's  doing,  and    marvelous  |  in  our  |  eyes.  ||  This  is  the  day  the 

Lord  hath  made;  we  will  rejoice  |  and  be  |  glad  in  |  it. 

6.  Let  the  voice  of  rejoicing  and  sal-  |  vation  be  |  heard,  ||  in   the  taber-  |  na-cles| 

of  the  |  righteous. 

7.  Blessed  is  He  that  cometh  in  the  name  |  of  the  |  Lord!  ||  Blessed  be   the   king- 

dom of  our  father  David!  Ho-  |  sauna  |  in  the  |  highest! 

8.  Open   to   me  the  gates  of  |  righteous-  |  ness,  ||  I  will  enter  in  and  |  praise —  | 

the Lord, 

9.  Say  among  the  heathen,  that  the  |  Lord —  |  reigneth.  |  Let   the   multitudes  of 

the  isles  be  glad  thereof:  let  the  heavens  rejoice,  and  |  let  the  |  earth   be  | 
glad. 

10.  He   shall   judge   the   world    with  |  righteous-  |  ness;  |  and  the  |  people  |  with 

His  !  truth. 

11.  Blessed  be  His  glorious  name  for  |  ever  and  |  ever:  ||  and  let  the   whole   earth 

be  |  filled  |  with  His     -lory. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  \  and  to  the  |  Son,  ||  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost: 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  Isnow,  and  \  evershall  |  be,  ||  world  without  |  end. —  | 

A- —  |  men. 

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1.  Christ  our  Passover  |  has —  |  risen.  ||  He  was  dead,  and  behold  He  is  alive   for 

evermore,  and  hath  the  keys  of  |  hell —  |  and  of  I  death. 

2.  Christ  our  Passover  was  dead,  a  sacrifice  |  for  our  |  sins.  ||  He  was  put  to  death 

in  the  flesh,  but  was  |  quickened  |  by  the  |  Spirit. 

3.  Christ  is  risen  from  the  dead,  and  henceforth  |  diethno  |  more;  ||  death  hath  no 

more  do-  |  minion  |  over  j  Him. 

4.  He  died  unto  sin  once,  but  now  He  liveth  |  unto  |  God;  ||  the  Prince   of  Life 

could  not  be  |  holden  |  of —  |  death. 
God  did  not  leave  His  soul  |  in  the  |  grave,  ||  nor  suffer  His  Holy  one  to  |  see — | 
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them  that  |  slept.  ||  Since  by  man  came  death, 
rection  |  of  the  |  dead. 


7.  Death  is  swallowed  |  up  for  |  ever!  H  O  Death,  |  where —  |  is  thy  |  sting? 

8.  O  Grave,  |  where  is  thy  |  victory?  ||  Thanks  be  unto  God,  which  giveth  us  the 

victory,  |  through  our  Lord  |  Jesus  |  Christ. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  |  and  to  the  |  Son,  ||  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost; 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  shall  |  be,  ||  world  without  |  end. —  | 

A —  |  men. 


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of —  |  triumph! 

2.  God  is  gone  up  with  a  shout,  the  Lord  with  the   sound  |  of  a  |  trumpet.  ||  Lift 

up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates,  and  be  ye  lifted  up,    ye   everlasting   doors,  and 
the  King  of  |  glory  |  shall  come  |  in! 

3.  Who  is  this  |  king  of  |  glory?  ||  The  Lord,  strong  and  mighty;  |  He  is  the  |  king 

of  |  glory. 

4.  Sing  praises  to  God,  and  unto  our  King!  |  Sing —  |  praises!  ||  For  He   is  the  | 

King  of  |  all  the  |  earth. 

5.  God  reigneth  |  over  the  |  heathen;  ||  He  sitteth  upon   the  |  throne   of  |  His —  | 

holiness. 

6.  Let  all  the  world  bow  |  down  be-  |  fore  Him,  ||  and  all  the  angels  of  |  God —  | 

worship  |  Him! 


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1.  Let  us  praise  the  Lord,  and  ex-  |  alt  His  |  goodness.  J|  Let  us  come  before  Him 

with  songs  of  |  praise,  and  |  hymns  of  thanks-  |  giving. 

2.  God  hath  raised  up  His  holy  Child  Jesus,  who,  being  by  His  right  hand  exalt- 

ed, shed  forth  the  promise  of  the  Holy  Ghost  up-  |  on  the  a-  |  postles,  ||  so 
that  they  spake  with  new  tongues,  and  wrought  signs  and  |  wonders  |  in  His  | 
name. 

3.  He  gave  power  to  the  testimony  |  of    His  |  servants.  ||  The    kingdoms    of    the 

earth,  the  people  and  |  nations  have  |  heard  His  |  voice, 

4.  And  have  rendered  obedience  |  unto  our  |  Lord,  ||  and  |  to —  |  His —  |  Christ. 

5.  We  render  thanks  unto  |  Thee,  O  |  Lord,  ||  who  art  the  Alpha  and  Omega,  the| 

first —  |  and  the  |  last, 

6.  That     Thou    hast    re-  |  vealed      Thy  |  power,  ||  and  entered  |  upon  |  Thy —  | 

kingdom. 

7.  Thou  hast  sent  unto  |  us  the  |  Comforter,  ||  even  the   Spirit  of  truth,  that  He 

may  a-  |  bide  with  |  us  for-  |  ever. 

8.  Thou   hast  sent  the   Spirit  of  Thy  Son  into  our  hearts,  whereby  we  cry  unto 

Thee:  |  Abba,  |  Father.  ||  It  is  the  Spirit,  which  witnesseth  with  our  spirits, 
that  |  we  are  the  |  children  of  |  God. 

9.  The  Spirit  also  helpeth  |  our  in-  |  firmities,  ||  and  with  groanings,  which  cannot 

be  uttered,  |  maketh  inter-  |  cession  |  for  us. 

10.  We  wait  for  the  redemption  |  of  our  |  body,  |j  and  for  the  manifestation  of  the 

glorious  liberty  |  of  the  |  sons  of  I  God. 

11.  The  Spirit  is  the  earnest  and  pledge  of  |  our  in-  |  heritance;  ||  whereby  also  we 

are  sealed  |  unto  the  |  day  of  re-  |  demption. 

12.  O  Lord,  we  praise  Thee,  and  |  render  Thee  |  thanks,  |j  thatThouhast  |  given  | 

us  the  |  Spirit. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  |  and  to  the  |  Son,  ||  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost: 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  shall  |  be,  ||  world  without  end. —  | 

A- —  |  men. 

T69     Continued. 

7.  Thy  throne,  O  God,  is  for  |  ever  and  |  ever;  ||  the  sceptre  of   Thy   kingdom  |  is 

a  |  right —  |  sceptre. 
S.  Thou  lovest  righteousness  and  |  hatest  |  wickedness;  ||  therefore  God,  Thy  God, 

hath  anointed  Thee   with  the  oil  of  |  gladness  a-  |  bove  Thy  |  fellows. 

9.  Thou  hast  as-  |  cended  on  |  high;  ||  Thou  hast  led  cap-  j  tiv-i  |  ty —  |  captive. 

10.  Thou  hast  received  |  gifts  for  |  men.  ||  Thou  hast    entered    into  Thy  Father's 

house,  to  pre-  |  pare  a  |  mansion  for  |  us. 

11.  Thou  hast  prepared  Thy  throne  |  in  the  |  heavens;  ||  and  Thy   kingdom  |  rul- 

eth  |  over  |  all. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  |  and  to  the  |  Son,  ||  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost: 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  shall  |  be,  ||  world  without  |  end. —  | 

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1.  My  soul  doth  magni-  |  fy  thelLord, 
And  my  spirit  hath  re-  |  joiced  in  |  God 

my  |  Saviour. 

2.  For  He  |  hath  re-  |  garded 
The  low  e-  |  state  of  |  His  hand-  |  maiden. 

3.  For  behold,  |  from  hence-  |  forth 
All  gene-  |  rations  shall  |  call  me  |  blessed. 

4.  For  He  I  that  is  |  mighty, 
Hath  done  to  me  great  things ;  and  |  holy  |  is 

His  |  name. 

5.  And  His  mercy  is  on  them  |  that  fear  |  Him, 
From  gene-  |  ration  |  to  gene-  |  ration. 

He  hath  shewed  strength  |  with  His  |  arm; 

He  hath  scattered  the  proud  in  the  imagi-  | 
nation  |  of  their  |  hearts: 
He  hath  put  down  the  mighty  |  from  their 

And  exalted  |  them  of  |  low=  |  degree. 

8.  He  hath  filled  the  hungry  |  with  good  |  things, 
And  the  rich  He  |  hath  sent  |  empty  a-  |  way. 

9.  He  hath  holpen  His  |  servant  |  Israel, 
In  re-  |  membrance  |  of  His  |  mercy. 

As  He  spake  |  to  our  |  fathers, 

To  Abraham,  and  |  his=  |  seed  for-  |  ever. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  I  and  '  to  the  |  Son:  || 
And  |  to  *  the  |  Ho-ly  |  Ghost, 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ev-er  |  shall  be: 
World  without  |  end.  I  A-  I  men. 

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His  |  people; 

2.  And  hath  raised  up  a  horn  of  sal-  |  vation  |  for  us,  ||  in  the  house  |  of  His  |  ser- 

vant |  David; 

3.  As  He  spake  by  the  mouth  of  His  |  holy  |  prophets,  ||  which  have   been  |  since 

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1.  Lord,  now  lettest  Thou  Thy  servant  de-  |  part    in  |  peace:  ||  ac-  |  cording  |  to 

Thy  |  word. 

2.  For  mine  |  eyes    have  |  seen:  ||  Thy  |  sal-  =  |  va-  =  |  tion, 

3.  Which  Thou  |  hast    pre|pared:  ||  before  the  |  face    of  |  all    =  |  people; 

4.  To  be  a  light  to  |  lighten  '  the  |  Gentiles: II and  to   the  glory  of  Thy  |  peo-ple  | 

Is-ra  |  el.     Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. — 

llTc  Isaiah,  53. 

1.  He  was  wounded  for  |  our  trans-  |  gressions; 

He  was  |  bruised  for  |  our  in-  |  iquities. 

2.  The  chastisement  of  our  peace  |  was  upon  |  Him, 

And  with  His  |  stripes  =  |  we  are  |  healed. 

3.  All  we  like  sheep  have  |  gone  a-  |  stray; 

We  have  turned  every  |  one  to  |  his  own  |  way; 

4.  And  the  Lord  hath  |  laid  on  |  Him 

The  in-  |  iquity  |  of  us  |  all. 

5.  He  was  oppressed,  and  He  |  was  af-  |  flicted, 

Yet  He  |  opened  |  not  His  |  mouth. 

6.  He  is  brought  as  a  lamb  to  the  slaughter,  and  as 

a  sheep  before  her  |  shearers  is  |  dumb, 
So  He  !  opened  |  not  His  |  mouth. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  |  and  to  the  |  Son, 
And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost: 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  shall  |  be, 
World  without  |  end.  =  |  A-  =  |  men. 

7T2     Continued. 

4.  That  we  should  be  saved  |  from   our  [  enemies,  ||  and  from  the  |  hand   of  |  all 

that  |  hate  us; 

5.  To  perform  the  mercy  promised  |  to  our  |  fathers,  |]  and  to  remember  |  His  holy 

I  cov-e-  |  nant: 

6.  The  oath  |  which  He  |  sware  ||  to  our  |  father  |  A-bra-  |  ham. 

7.  That  He  would  grant  unto  us,  that   we,  being  delivered   out  of  the   hand  |  of 

our  |  enemies,  ||  might  |  serve  Him  |  without  |  fear, 

8.  In  holiness  and  righteousness  be-  |  fore —  |  Him,  ]  all  the  |  days —  |  of  our  |  life. 

9.  And  Thou,  Child,  shalt  be   called  the  Prophet  |  of   the  |  Highest;  |  for  Thou 

shalt  go  before  the  face  of  the  Lord  to  pre-  |  pare —  |  His —  |  ways; 

10.  To  give  knowledge  of  salvation  |  unto  His  (  people,  ||  by  the  re-  |  mission  |  of 

their  |  sins. 

11.  Through  the  tender  mercy  |  of  our  |  God;  ||  whereby  the  day-spring  from  on  | 

high  hath  [  visited  |  us; 

12.  To  give  light  to  them  that  sit  in  darkness,  and  in  the  |  shadow  of  |  death,  f|  to 

guide  our  feet  |  into  the  |  way  of  |  peace. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father  |  and  to  the  |  Son,  ||  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost; 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  shall  |  be,  ||  world  without  |  end. —  | 

A —  I  men. 


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1.  The  Lord  |  is  my  |  Shepherd;  ||  I  |  shall— j  not 

2.  He  maketh  me  to  lie  down  in  |  green  —  |  pastures: 
He  leadeth    mebe-|  side  the  |  still —  |  waters, 

3.  He  re-  |  storeth  •  my  |  soul : 

He  leadeth  me  in  the  paths  of  righteousness  |  for  His  |  name's  —  |  sake. 

4.  Yea,  though  I  walk  through  the  valley  of  the  shadow  of  death,  I  will  |  fear  no 
For  Thou  art  with  me;  Thy  rod  and  Thy  |  staff  they  |  comfort  |  me. 

5.  Thou  preparest  a  table  before  me  in  the  presence  |  of  mine  |  enemies; 
Thou  anointest  my  head  with  oil;  my  |  cup  —  |  runneth  |  over. 

6.  Surely  goodness  and  mercy  shall  follow1  me  all  the  |  days  of  ■  my  |  life: 
And  I  will  dwell  in  the  |  house  •  of  the  |  Lord  for-  |  ever. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son,|j  And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost; 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be,  ||  World  |  without  jend 


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A-  |  men. 


MISERERE  MEI  DEUS. 


Psalm  51. 

1.  Have  mercy  upon  me,  |  O —  |  God,[[  according  to  |  Thy —  |  loving  |  kindness: 

2.  According     unto  the     multitude  of    Thy  |  tender  |  mercies  ||  blot  |  out —  |  my  trans- 

|  gressions. 

3.  Wash  me  throughly  |  from  mine  |  iniquity,  ||and  |  cleanse  me  |  from  my  |  sin. 

4.  Fori  acknowledge  |  my  trans-  |  gressions:  ||and  my  sin  is  |  ever  be-  |  fore —  |  me. 

5.  Against  Thee,  Thee  only,  have  I  sinned,  and  done  this  evil  |  in  Thy  |  sight:  ||  that  Thou 

mightest  be  justified  when  Thou  speakest,  and  be  |  clear  when  |  Thou  judg-  |  est. 

6.  Behold,  I  was  |  shapen  in  |  iniquity;  ||  and  in  sin    did     my  |  mother    con-  |  ceive-  |  me. 

7.  Behold,  Thou  desirest  truth  in  the  |  inward  |  parts:  || and    in    the  hidden    part  Thou 

shalt  |  make  me  |  to  know  wis-  |  dom. 

8.  Purge  me  with  hyssop,  and  I  |  shall  be  |  clean;  ||  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  |  whi |  ter 

than  |  snow. 

9.  Make  me  hear  |  joy  and  |  gladness;  ||  that  the  bones    which    Thou  hast  |  broken  |  may 

re-  |  joice. 

10.  Hide  Thy  face  |  from  my  |  sins,  ||  and  blot  |out  all |  mine  in-  j  iquities. 

11.  Create  in  me  a  clean  |  heart,  O  j  God:||  and  renew  a  right  |  spirit  with-  |  in —  |me. 

12.  Cast  me  not  away  |  from  Thy  |  presence;  j|  and  take  not  Thy  |  Holy  |  Spirit  |  from  me. 

13.  Eestore  unto  me  the  joy  of  |  Thy  sal- 1  vation  :  1 1  and  uphold  me |  with  Thy  |  free- 1 spirit. 

14.  Then  will  I  teach  transgressors  |  Thy —  |  ways;  ||  and  sinners  shall  be  con-  |  verted  | 

unto  |  Thee. 

15.  Deliver  me  from  blood-guiltiness,  O  God,  Thou  God  of  j  my  sal-  |  vation:  ||and  my 

tongue  shall  sing  aloud  |  of  Thy  |  righteous-  |  ness. 

16.  O  Lord,  open  J  Thou  my  |  lips,  |fand  my  mouth  shall  |  shew  forth  |  Thy —  |  praise. 

17.  For  Thou  desirest  not  sacrifice:  else  |  would  I  |  give  it:  ||  Thou  delightest  |  not  in  | 

burnt —  |  offering. 

18.  The  sacrifices  of  God  are  a  |  broken  |  spirit:  ||a  broken  and  a  contrite  heart,  O  God,  | 

Thou  wilt  |  notde-|  spise. 

19.  Do  good  in  Thy  good  pleasure  |  unto  |  Zion:  ||  build  Thou  the  walls  j  of  Je-|rusa-|lem. 

20.  Then  shalt  Thou  be  pleased  with  the  sacrifices  of  righteousness,  with  burnt  offering 

and  |  whole  burnt  |  offering:  ||  then  shall  they  offer  bullocks  |  upon  |  Thine— |  altar. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


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1.  God  be  merciful  unto  |  us,  aud  |  bless  us; 
And  cause  His  |  face  to  |  shine  up-  |  on  us: 

2.  That  Thy  way  may  be  |  known  upon  |  earth, 
Thy  saving  |  health  a-  |  mong  all  |  nations. 

3.  Let  the  people  |  praise  Thee,  *  0  |  God; 
Let  |  all  the  |  people  |  praise  Thee. 

4.  O  let  the  nations  be  glad  and  |  sing  for  |  joy: 

For  Thou  shalt  judge  the  people  righteously,  and  govern  the  |  nations 
earth. 

5.  Let  the  people  |  praise  Thee,  *  O  |  God; 
Let  J  all  the  |  people  |  praise  Thee. 

6.  Then  shall  the  earth  |  yield  her  |  increase; 
And  God,  even  |  our  own  |  God,  shall  |  bless  us. 

7.  God  |  shall—  |  bless  us; 

And  all  the  ends  of  the  |  earth  shall  |  fear —  |  Him, 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

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1.  How  amiable  are  Thy  |  taber-  |  nacles, 

0  |  Lord—  |  of—  |  hosts! 

2.  My  soul  longeth,  yea,  even  fainteth  for  the  |  courts  *  of  the  |  Lord: 
My  heart  and  my  flesh  crieth  out  |  for  the  |  living  |  God. 

3.  Yea,   the   sparrow   hath   found  an  house,   and  the  swallow  a  nest  for  herself, 

where  she  may  |  lay  her  |  young, 
Even  Thine  altars;  O  Lord  of  hosts,  my  |  King —  |  and  my  |  God. 

4.  Blessed  are  they  that  dwell  ]  in  Thy  |  house: 
They  will  be  |  still—  |  praising  |  Thee. 

5.  Behold,  O  |  God  our  |  Shield, 

And  look  upon  the  |  face  of  |  Thine  A-  |  nointed. 

6.  For  a  day  in  Thy  courts  is  better  |  than  a  |  thousand. 

1  had  rather  be  a   doorkeeper  in  the  house  of  my  God,  than  to  dwell  in  the  | 

tents  of  |  wicked-  |  ness. 

7.  For  the  Lord  God  is  a  |  Sun  and  |  Shield: 

The   Lord    will    give   grace  and  glory:  no  good  thing  will  He  withhold  from  | 
them  that  |  walk  up-  |  rightly. 

8.  O  |  Lord  of  |  hosts, 

Blessed  i3  the  |  man  that  |  trusteth  ■  in  |  Thee. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


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From  BEETHOVEN,  BY  J.  GOSS. 


Psalm  90. 

1.  Lord,  Thou  hast  been  our  |  dwell-ing-  |  place  \\in\  all —  |gen— e|  rations. 

2.  Before  the  mountains  were  brought  forth,  or  ever  thou  hadst formed  the  earth  \ 

and  the  |  world,  ||  even  from  everlasting  to  ever-  |  last-ing  |  Thou  art  |  God. 

3.  Thou  turnest  man  |  to  de-  |  struction  1 1  and  sayest ,  Re- 1  turn,  ye  |  children '  of  |  men. 

4.  For  a  thousand  years  in  Thy  sight  are  but  as  yesterday  |  when  *  it  is  |  past  ||  and 

as  a  |  watch —  |  in  the  |  night. 

5.  Thou  earnest  them  away  as  with  &  flood;  they  |  are 

ing  they  are  like  |  grass  which  |  grow-eth  |  up ; 

6.  In  the   morning  it  flourished,  and  |  grow-eth  |  up; 

down  and  |  with-er-  |  eth. 

7.  For  all  our  days  are  passed  away  |  in  Thy  |  wrath;  | 

tale —  |  that  is  |  told. 

8.  The  days  of  our  years  are  threescore  |  years  and  |  ten; 

strength  *  they  be  |  four-score  |  years, 

9.  Yet  is  their  strength  |  labor  *  and  |  sorrow;  ||  for  it  is  soon  cut  off  |  and  we  |  fly 

a-  |  way. 

10.  So  teach  us  to  |  number  ■  our  |  days,  ||  that  we  may  apply    our  |  hearts —  |  un- 

to |  wisdom. 
Glory  be  to  the  .Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son,  ||  and  |  to  the  |  Ho-ly  |  Ghost; 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  isnow,  and  |  ev-er  |  shall  be,  ||  world  without  |  end. 

A —  |  men. 

7 Oil        VENITE,  EXULTEMUS  DOMINO. 


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Let  us  make  a  joyful  noise  to  the  |  Rock 
of  |  our  sal-  |  vation. 


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Let  us  come  before  His  presence  |  with  thanks-  | 
giving. 

And  make  a  joyful  noise  |  unto  j  Him  with  |  psalms. 
For  the  Lord  is  a  |  great  =  |  God, 

And  a  great  |  King  a-  |  bove  all  |  gods. 

4.  In  His  hand  are  the  deep  places  |  of  the  |  earth : 

The  strength  of  the  |  hills  is  (  His  =  |  also. 

5.  The  sea  is  His,  |  andHe  |  made  it: 

And  His  hands  |  formed  the  |  dry  =  |  land. 

6.  O  come  let  us  worship  |  and  bow  |  down: 

Let  us  kneel  be-  I  fore  the  I  Lord  our  I  Maker. 


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Psalm  98. 

1.  O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  |  new  =  |  song; 
For  He  hath  |  done  =  |  marvelous   |  things: 

2.  His  right  hand  and  His  |  holy  |  arm, 
Hath  |  gotten  |  Him  the  |  victory: 

3.  The  Lord  hath  made  known  |  His  sal-  |  vation: 
His  righteousness  hath  He  openly  showed  in 

the  |  sight  =  |  of  the  |  heathen. 

4.  He  hath  remembered  His  mercy  and  His  truth 
toward  the  |  house  of  |  Israel : 

All  the  ends  of  the  earth  have  seen  the  sal-  | 
vation  |  of  our  |  God. 

5.  Make  a  joyful  noise  unto  the  Lord,  |  all  the  |  earth: 
Make  a  loud  noise  and  re-  |  joice  =  |  and 

sing  |  praise. 
Sing  unto  the  Lord  |  with  the  |  harp; 

With  the  harp,  and  the  |  voice  =  |  of  a  psalm. 
With  trumpets  and  |  sound  of  |  cornet 

Make  a  joyful  noise  be-  |  fore  the  |  Lord,  the  |  King. 
Let  the  sea  roar,  and  the  |  fulness  there-  |  of: 

The  world,  and  |  they  that  |  dwell  there-  |  in. 
Let  the  floods  clap  their  hands:  let  the  hills  be 
joyful  together  be-  j  fore  the  |  Lord; 
For  He  |  cometh  to  |  judge  the  |  earth. 
With  righteousness  shall  He  |  judge  the  |  world, 
And  the  |  people  |  with  =  |  equity. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  |  and  to  the  |  Son, 
And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  shall  |  be, 
World  without  |  end.  =  |  A-  =  |  men. 

T80     Continued. 

7.  For  He  |  is  our  |  God; 

And  we  are  the  people  of  His  pasture;  I  and 
the  |  sheep  of  His  |  hand. 

8.  To-day  if  ye  will  hear  His  voice,  harden  |  not  your  |  hearts 

As  in  the  provocation,  and  as  the  day  of  temp- 
tation |  in  the  |  wilder-  |  ness: 

9.  When  your  fathers  |  tempted  I  me, 

Proved  |  me,  and  |  saw  my  |  work. 

10.  Forty  years  long  was  I  grieved  with  this  gene-  | 

ration,  and  |  said, 
It  is  a  people  that  do  err  in  their  heart,  and 
they  |  have  not  |  known  my  |  ways. 

11.  Unto  whom  I  sware  |  in  my  |  wrath, 

That  they  should  not  I  enter  in-  |  to  my  |  rest. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


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1.  It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  un-  |  to  the  |  Lord, 

And  to  sing  praises  unto  Thy  |  name,  =  |  O  Most  |  High. 

2.  To  show  forth  Thy  loving  kindness  |  in  the  |  morning, 

And  Thy  |  faithful-ness  |  every  |  night. 

3.  Upon  an  instrument  of  ten  strings,  and  up-  |  on  the  |  psaltery; 

Upon  the  harp  |  with  a  |  solemn  |  sound. 

4.  For  Thou,  Lord,  hast  made  me  glad  |  through  Thy  |  work. 

I  will  triumph  in  the  |  works  —  |  of  Thy  j  hands. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

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Psalm  100. 

1.  Make  a  joyful  noise  unto  the  Lord,  |  all  ye  |  lands 

Serve  the  Lord  with  gladness:  come  be-  |  fore 
His  |  presence  with  |  singing. 

2.  Know  ye  that  the  Lord  |  He  is  J  God: 

It  is  He  that  hath  made  us,  |  and  not  J  we  our-  |  selves; 

3.  We  |  are  His  |  people, 

And  the  |  sheep  =  |  of  His  |  pasture. 

4.  Enter  into  His  gates  |  with  thanks-  |  giving, 

And  |  into  His  |  courts  with  |  praise: 

5.  Be  thankful  |  unto  |  Him,  ||  And  |  bless  ==  |  His—  |  name. 

6.  For  the  Lord  is  good;  His  mercy  is  |  ever-  |  lasting, 

And  His  truth  endureth  to  |  all  —  |  gene-  |  rations. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


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1.  Bless  the  Lord,  |  O  my  |  soul,  ||  and  all  that  is  within  me,  |  bless  His  |  holy  |  name. 

2.  Bless  the  Lord,  j  O  my  |  soul,  ||  and  for-get  not  |  all  His  |  ben-e  |  fits: 

3.  Who  forgiveth  all  |  thine  in-  |  iquities;  ||  who  j  healeth  'all  |  thy  dis-  |  eases; 

4.  Who  redeemeth    thy    life  |  from    de-  |  struction;  ||  who  crowneth  thee  with  Moving  | 

kindness  ■  and  |  tender  |  mercies; 

5.  The  Lord  hath  prepared  His  |  throne  •  in  the  |  heavens; ||  and  His  kingdom  |  rul-eth  |  over  |  all. 

6.  Bless    the  Lord,  ye   His  angels,  that  ex-  |  eel  in  |  strength,  ||  that  do  His  command- 

ments, hearkening  tmto  the  |  voice  of  |  His  —  |  wordl 

7.  Bless  ye  the  Lord,  all  |  ye   His  |  hosts!  ||  ye  ministers  of  |  His,  that  |  do  His  |  pleasure! 

8.  Bless  the  Lord,  all  His  works!  in  all  peaces  of  |  His  do-  |  minion:  ||  bless  the  |  Lord,— | 

O  my  |  soul !    Glory  be  to  the  .Father,  &c. 


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1.  I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills,  from  whence  |  cometh '  my  |  help. 
My  help  cometh  from  the  Lord,  j  which  made  |  heaven  '  and  |  earth. 

2.  He  will  not  suffer  thy  foot  to  be  moved:  He  that  keepeth  thee  |  will  not  | 

slumber. 
Behold,  He  that  keepeth  Israel  shall  |  neither  |  slumber*  nor  |  sleep. 

3.  The  Lord  is  thy  keeper  :  the  Lord  is  thy  shade  upon  |  thy  right  |  hand: 
The  sun  shall  not  smite  thee  by  day,  |  nor  the  |  moon  by  |  night. 

4.  The  Lord  shall  preserve  thee  from  all  evil:  He  shall  pre-  |  serve  thy  |  soul. 
The  Lord  shall  preserve  thy  going  out  and  thy  coming  in  from  this  time  forth, 

and  |  even*  for  |  ever-  |  more. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

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1.  I  was  glad  when  they  said  |  unto  |  me, 

Let  us  go  into  the  I  house=  |  of  the  I  Lord. 

2.  Our  feet  shall  stand  with-  |  in  thy  |  gates, 

0  Je-  |  ru-  =  |  sa-  =  |  lem. 
Jerusalem  is  builded  |  as  a  |  city 

That  |  is  com-  |  pact  to-  |  gether: 
Whither  the  tribes  go  up,  the  tribes  |  of  the  |  Lord, 
Unto  the  testimony  of  Israel,  to  give  thanks  | 
unto  the  |  name  of  the  |  Lord. 

5.  For  there  are  set  |  thrones  of  |  judgment, 

The  |  throne9of  the  |  house  of  |  David. 

6.  Pray  for  the  peace  |  of  Je-  |  rusalem: 

They  shall  |  prosper  that  |  love=  |  Thee. 

7.  Peace  be  with-  |  in  thy  |  walls, 

And  prosperity  with-  |  in  thy  |  pala-  |  ces. 

8.  For  my  brethren  and  com-  |  panions'  |  sakes, 

1  will  now  say,  |  Peace  be  with-  |  in  =  |  thee. 

9.  Because  of  the  house  of  the  |  Lord  our  |  God 

I  will  |  seek  =  |  thy  =  |  good. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  |  and  to  the  |  Son, 

And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost, 
Aa  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  shall  |  be, 

World  without  |  end.  =  |  A-  =  |  men. 


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1.  Out  of  the  depths  have  I  cried  unto  |  Thee,  O  |  Lord.||Lord,  |  hear —  |  my —  | 
voice. 
Let  Thine  ears  |  be  at-  |  tentive  ||  to  the  |  voice  of  my  |  suppli-  |  cations. 
If  Thou,  Lord,  shouldest  |  mark  in-  |  iquities,||0  |  Lord, —  |  who  shall  |  stand? 
But  there  is  for-  |  giveness  |  with  Thee,  ||  that  |  Thou —  |  mayest  be  |  feared. 
I  wait  for  the  Lord,  my  |  soul  doth  |  wait,  ||  and  in  His  |  word —  |  do  I  |  hope. 

6.  My  soul  waiteth  for  the  Lord  more  than  they  that  watch  |  for  the  |  morning :H 

I  say  more  than  they  |  that  watch  |  for  the  |  morning. 

7.  Let  Israel  hope  in  the  Lord:  for  with  the   Lord  |  there  is  |  mercy,  ||  and  with  | 

Him  is  |  plenteous  re-  |  demption. 

8.  And  He  shall  re-  |  deem —  I  Israel  ||  from  |  all —  |  His  in-  |  iquities. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  |  and  to  the  |  Son,  ||  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost; 

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1.  I  am  the  resurrection  and  the  life,  I  saith  the  |  Lord; 
He  that  believeth  in  me,  though  he  were  | 

dead,  yet  |  shall  he  |  live. 

2.  And  whosoever  |  liv-=  |  eth, 

And  believeth  in  |  me,  shall  |  never  |  die. 

3.  None  of  us  liveth  to  himself,  and  no  man  dieth 

|  to  him-  |  self: 
For  whether  we  live,  we  live  unto  the  Lord,  and 
whether  we  die,  we  |  die  un-  |  to  the  |  Lord: 

4.  Whether  we  live  therefore  or  die,  we  |  are  the  |  Lord's; 

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revived,  that  He  might  be  Lord  |  both  of 
the  |  dead  and  |  living. 

5.  And  now  is  Christ  risen  |  from  the  |  dead, 

And  become  the  first  |  fruits  of  |  them  that  |  slept. 

6.  O  death,  where  |  is  thy  |  sting? 

O  grave,  where  |  is  thy  |  victo-  |  ry? 

7.  Thanks  be  to  God,  which  giveth  |  us  the  |  victory 

Through  our  Lord  |  Jesus  |  Christ!  A-  |  men. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  |  and  to  the  |  Son, 

And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost; 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  shall  |  be, 

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Thy  will  be  done  on  |  earth  •  as  it  |  is  in  |  heaven. 
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D0X0L0G1ES. 


355 


L.  M. 

1.  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 

flow! 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below! 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost! 

L.  M.    61. 

2.  To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 

By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

C.    M. 

3.  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  ever  more, 
c.  M.       D. 

4.  The  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 

Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  His  redeeming  wrord 

And  new-creating  breath; 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son 
And  Spirit  all-divine, — 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One — 
Let  saints  and  angels  join, 
s.   M. 

5.  To  the  eternal  Three, 

In  will  and  essence  One; 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Co-equal  honors  done. 

H.  M. 

6.  To  God  the  Father's  throne 

Your  highest  honors  raise; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son ; 

To  God,  the  Spirit,  praise; 
With  all  our  powers,  Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 

6s,  4s. 

7.  To  God— the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit — Three  in  One, 

All  praise  be  given! 
Crown  Him  in  every  song; 
To  Him  your  hearts  belong; 
Let  all  His  praise  prolong — 

On  earth,  in  heaven. 


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8.  Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

7S.   61. 

9.  Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  Him  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  Him  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost; 

As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 

7s.  D. 

10.  Praise  our  glorious  King  and  Lord, 
Angels  waiting  on  His  word, 
Saiuts  that  walk  with  Him  in  wThite, 
Pilgrims  walking  in  His  light: 
Glory  to  the  Eternal  One, 

Glory  to  His  only  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be 
Now,  and  through  eternity. 

8s  &  7s. 

11.  Praise  the  Father, earth  and  heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 

8s,  7s  &  4s. 

12.  Glory  be  to  God  the  Father, 
Glory  to  the  eternal  Son: 

Sound  aloud  the  Spirit's  praises; 
Join  the  elders  round  the  throne; 

Hallelujah, 
Hail  the  glorious  Three  in  One. 

7s  &  6s. 

13.  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  whom  we  adore, 

Join  we  with  the  heavenly  host 

To  praise  Thee  evermore: 
Live,  by  heaven  and  earth  adored, 

Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

All  glory  be  to  Thee. 

IOS. 

14.  To  Father, Son, and  Spirit, ever  blest, 
Eternal  praise  and  worship  be  addrest; 
From  age   to  age,   ye  saints,  His  name 

adore,  [no  more. 

And  spread  His  fame,  till  time   shall  be 

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ALPHABETICAL  INDEX  OF  TUNES, 


Page. 

Adeste  Fideles. P.  M 31 

Ahira S.  M 20 

Alett* 7s 148 

Alexander L.  M 240 

Alexander S.  M 288 

Alexandria C.  M 169 

All  good  Gifts 7s.  6s 263 

All  to  Christ P.  M 305 

Alphege 7s,  6s 18 

Alton 8s,  7s,  4s 8 

Auiantus S.  M 194 

America 6s,  4s 258 

Ames L.  M 215 

Amsterdam 7«,  6s.  D....206 

Anastasius L.  M 292 

Angelica 8s,  7s,  4s 38 

Angelic  Song P.  M 303 

Angels L.  M 212 

Angelus 8s,  7s.  61 90 

Angel  Voices P.  M 294 

Antioch C.  M 21 

Anvern L.  M 193 

Apollos S.  M.  D 239 

Appelton L.  M 192 

4riel C.  P.  M 189 

Arlington C.  M 295 

Armenia C.  M 88 

Arthur L.  M 69 

Arundel O.  M 209 

Ashwell L.  M 229 

Aurelia 7s,  6s.  D...196 

Austria 8s,  7s,  D...177 

Autumn 8s,  7s,  D 90 

Avon C.  M 72 

Azmon C.  M 23 


Baca L.  M 83 

Badea S.  M 85,  311 

Balerma C.  M 181 

Bankoke S.  M 217 

Barby C.  M ..150 

Barkley 8s,  7s;  41......14 

Batty 8s,  7s 253 

Bavaria 8s,  7s,  D...140 

Baxter 6s 326 

Bedell 7s 264 

Bedford C.  M 235 

Beethoven L.  M 214 

Belmont. U.  M 185 

Bemerton C.  M 180 

Bera L.  M 237 

Berlin 10s 197 

Berwick C.  M 185 

Bethany 6s,  4s 96 

Bethune 7s,  6s 142 

Blumenthal 7s.,  D 152 

Boardman C.  M 82 

Bonar S.  M.  D 11 

Boush 8s,  7s,  61 37 

Bowen L.  M 287 

Boylston S.  M...163,  2i3 

Braden S.  M 48 

Bradford C.  M 219 

Brandenburg 7s,  8s,  7s. ...165 

Brattlestreet - C.  M.  D....168 

Bray CM 203 

Bread  of  life 6s,  4s 226 

Brest 8s,  7s,  4s 9 


Page. 

Bridegroom  P.  M 313 

Brightest  and  Best lis,  10s  36 

Brown C.  M...173,  281 

Brownell L.  M.,  61.. ..208 

Burford C.  M 94 

Busche L.  M 244 

Byefield C.  M 44 


Calvary 8s,  7s,  4s... .106 

Cambridge C.  M 130 

Caritas 8s,  7s,  D...157 

Carol CM.  D 30 

Carol, CarolChristians, 304 

Caswell 6s,  5s 102 

Cberith C.  M 251 

Chimes CM 74 

China C  M 251 

Chopin C.  M 54 

Christmas C.  IVl 208 

Christmas  Eve 8s,  7s,  D...30H 

Clareuden C.  M 187 

Clarion 7s 28 

Clever 8s,6s.  8s,  4s.l34 

Come  ye  disconsolate.lls,  10s 86 

Communion , 10s 226 

Ccmpline 8s 293 

Conqueror 68,  4s 139 

Cooke 8s,  7s 14 

Coronae....  8s,  7s,  4 138 

Coronation C  M 126 

Coronet 8s,  7s,  D....143 

Coventry C  M 22 

Cowper.  C  M 94 

Craig 6s,  4s 252 

Creation L.  M.  D 44 

Cross  and  Crown C.  M 126 

Crucifix 7s,  6s,  D    231 

Crusader's  Hymn P.  M 296 

Cutting 6s,  4s 67 

Cyprian L.  M 105 

Cyprus 7s 213 


Dallas 7s 265 

Dalliba L.  M.  61 13 

Darley L.  M 68 

Darwall H.  M    123, 163 

Dauchy 7s.,  D 328 

Daughter  of  Zion lis 193 

Dawn S.  M 279 

Dayman 10s 266 

Dayspring 7s 266 

Dedham C  M 34 

Dedication C.  M 237 

De  Fleury 8s.,  D 332 

Denfield C.  M 289 

Dennis S.  M 78 

Desire L.  M 153 

Devizes C  M 6,  233 

Diademata S.  M.  D  ...260 

Dijon 7s ...135 

Dix 7s.,  61 236 

Doddridge S.  M 58 

Dort 6s,  4s 259 

Dover S.  M 45,  195 

Downs C.  M 191 

Dresden 8s,  7s,  7s... .115 

Duke  St L.  M 4,  53 


Page. 

Dulce  Carmen Ss.  7s,  61.  ...121 

Dundee C  M 250 

Easter  Hymn 7e 117 

Ebrard P.  M 259 

Ecclesia 8s,  7s.  D...120 

Fckhardtsheim C.  M 88 

Kdeu 7s,  68..109,  330 

Edna 8s,  7s 33 

Eisenach L.  M 99 

Elisabethtown C  M 74 

Ellesdie 8s,  7s,  D....224 

El  Paran L.  M 186 

Eltham 7s.,  D 59 

Elvey 7s.,    D 27 

Elvey's  Rest 8s.  4s 295 

Endless  Praises 7s 307 

Ernan L.  M 215 

Evan CM 73 

Even  Me P.  M 312 

Even  Song 8s,  7s  282 

Eventide 10s 127 

Ewing. 7s,  6s,  D 18 

Faben 8s,  7s,  D...328 

Faber 7s.,  D 149 

Fatherland 6s,  4s 12 

Father  lead  me 7s 311 

Federal  St L.  M 229 

Felton 7s,  61., -.160 

Ferguson S.  M 238 

Firor 7s.,  31 86 

Forest L.  M 220 

Frederick lis 327 

Galilee L.  M  84 

Geer C.  M 145 

Geneva P.  M 230 

Geneva CM 184 

Gerhardt 7s,  6s.  D 19 

Germany L.  M..237,  269 

Gettiseniane 7s.,  61 Ill 

Gertrude C  M.  D 10 

Gilead L  M 261 

Gilgal L   M 45 

Give CM 143 

Glad-tone L.  M 244 

Glad  Tidings 10s,  Us 32 

Golden   Hill S.  M  179 

Gorton S.  M 15 

Goshen Us 128,  171 

Gratitude L.  M 270 

Greatorex 7s  ,  61 110 

Greenville 8s,  7s,  4s. ...291 

Greenwood 3.  M 248 

GriKg C.  M  243 

Grihg S.  M 272 

Grostete L.  M 10 

Wuide 7s.,  D 148 

Guidance 8s,  7s,  E.,.107 

Haddam H.  M  188 

Hall  H.  M 151 

Halle 7s.,  61 47 

Hallett 7s.,  61..... ...136 

Hamburg L.  M 104 

Happv  Dav L    M 221 

Harlem  Square S.   M 330 

Harmony  Grove L.  M 40 


ALPHABETICAL  INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


35T 


Pace. 

Harwell 8s,  7> 7,  138 

Harwich H    M 177 

Haven 5s,  fs 97 

Haven 7s.  ,1 115 

Haydn 8.  3[ 57 

Hayes 7* 1 13 

HeHvt-nlr  Father 7s.  '- 228 

Hebec... C,  M 166 

:i L.  M L!7S 

Heidelberg C.  M 37 

He  leadeth  me L.  31 205 

Helena C.  M 180 

Helfenstein C.  31 Id 

Hendon 7s 116,  161 

Henley He,  10s 16 

Henry ('.  31 161 

Hermann C.  31 202 

Hermon C.  M 280 

e L.  M 98 

Holler 7s 234 

Hollingside 7s.  D Tin 

Holy  Cross C.  31 319 

Holy  Night Carol 304 

Home Us 326 

Hopkins 10s 49 

Horton 7s 113 

Houghton II  s.  lis 329 

Howard C    M 241 

Hurslev L.  M 279 

Hyatt L.  M 187 

lam  coming  P.  M 314 

I  am  Jeena little  lamb.!'.  M 299 

Ilia L.M 75 

I  need  Thee  every  hour 324 

Integer '. Us.  ">- 6 

Invitation ('.  31.  I). ..319 

Italian  Hymn         6s,  4s... 199 

1  think  when  I  read 313 

Jaz-r C.   M 24 

Jerusalem < '.  M 191 

Jeans  lovea  me 8s,  7s 296 

Jewett  Us.  D >7 

Jndea C.  M  210 

Judgment  Hymn P.  31 12 

Keep  Thou  my  Way  ..S.  If.  D....  207 

Kenai! "...  7s 125 

Kentucky ^.  M  07;; 

Kirke L.  31 147 

Kozelmh 7s 275 

Kucken 7s  J(j7 

Laban S.  31 204 

Lake  Enon S.  31 201 

'Lanesboro C   31 130 

Langran Ids   114 

Laat  Beam  P.  M 280 

Laud C.  M 124 

ii. .  s.  31.  1) J12 

on s.  31 39 

11.  31 

Life 8a,  7-.  7- 

S     31 

H.   31 122 

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Home 7s,  8a,  7*. ...154 

1  •  ood Us 129 

Louvan L.  31 133 

Love C.  31  

Divine L.  31 21 1 

Loving  Kindness I..  3! 

Luther f.  31 71 

Luther S.  31 179 

Luton I..  M...127 

Lntzen <'.  31    ... 

Lux  Beuigna I0e,  :- 204 

Lyons 10a,  lis 182 

Lyte 315 


Magdalene c.  31. 

Magill  11,.... 


...216 
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Page. 

Maidstone 7s.  I> 13 

Maitland •'.  31 101 

Manoao C.  31 89 

Market  St s.   31 245 

.Marlow C.    31 154 

Martyn 7s.  D 81 

Maudi P.  31 2i»l 

May 6s,  is 97 

3Iear C.  31 250 

Medfield C.  M 5] 

Medway L.  31 268 

Mehnl 7s,  ga (to 

3feinhold 7s,  Ss,  7s. ...252 

Melita L.  31.  61... .17.") 

Melton 10s 227 

MendelsBohn 7s.  D 29 

Mendons L.  M..155,  186 

Mercy 7s 112 

Meribah C.  P.  M 25 

Merton C.  3r 131 

MeBBiah 7s.  D 264 

Middleton 8a,  7s, D 65 

Migdol L.  31 141 

31ilrs  Lane C.  M  257 

Miriam 7s,  6s,  D 70 

Missionary  Chant L.  M...52,  23S 

Missionary  Hymn 7s,  6s.  D 62 

Mission  Song 8s,  7s.  D 64 

Monkland 7s 242 

Monson C.  M 236 

Moore S.  M 57 

More  Love  6s,  4s 160 

Mornington S.  M...200,  316 

Moultrie 8s,  7s.  D...156. 

3rozart 7s 136 

Munich 7s,  6s,  D 27 

My   Redeemer P.  M 321 

Naille S.  M 38 

Namur L.  31 103 

Naomi (/.    31 181 

Nauford P.  M 231 

Navwin. C  M 219 

Neale 10,  6 112 

Neandar P.  31 267 

Near  theCross P.  M 314 

Nestor  Chant L.  M .125 

Nettleton 8s,  7s.  D...292 

New  Haven 6s,  4s..223,  290 

New  Year's  Hymn P.  31 42 

Nicea P.  M 151 

None  but  Jesus P.  M 324 

Nottingham C.  M 34 

Nunda L.  M.  D 59 

Oberlin L.  31 276 

Old  124th Us.  ma 10 

Old  Hundred L.  31 4,286 

Old,  Old  Story 7s,  6s.  D...308 

Olives  Brow L.  31 230 

Olivet 6s,  4s 183 

Olivet L.3I 95 

oimutz S.  31 201 

Olney S.  31 146 

<  mido 7s.  P 5 

Oriel L.M. ...83,  249 

Orland L.  |M 176 

Orringtnn S.  31 L78 

( Irtonville C.  M 159 

I  tegood ss,  7s,  .|s 92 

Osinan B.  31 273 

<  Utto Bs,7s,  D 18 

Our  Leader 6a,  5s 

Our  Lord  hath  arisen 305 

(  ".r  Ruler ss,  7-.  7s. ...210 

Ozrem b.  M 21 

Paraclete 7s,  5s 150 

Paradise P.  31 20 

Park  st L.  31  41 

Paschal 7s,  D 118 


Paoh. 

Passion  Chorale 7s,  6s,  I). ..108 

Pass  me  not 8s,  5s 31T 

Patrla H.  M 262 

Paulina lis 254 

Pax  Lei 10s 2'U 

s.  31 174 

Pentonville 8.  31 178 

Pent/. 7s.  til 152 

Peterboro C.   31 203 

Philbrook 8s,  7s,  D....275 

Phillips  ('.  3r 109 

Phuvafa C.  31  211 

Pilesgrovo L.  31 245 

Pilot 7s,  61 316 

Pleyel's  Hymn 7s 80,212 

Precious  Name 8s,  7s 320 

Promise 8s,  7B,  D....137 

Providence P.  M 329 

Prudent 8s,  7s 298 

Rapture C.  P.  M 283 

Rathbun 8s,  7s 92 

Raven S.  31.  D 142 

Rebough S.  31 118 

Redhead,  No.  47 7s 109 

Refuge :.7s,  D 80 

Regent  Square 8s,  7s... 156 

Remsen C.  31 30 

Rest L.  31 247 

Resurrection  7s,  6s,  D....116 

Resurrection  Joy lis,  12s 125 

Rescue  the  Perishing 323 

Retreat L.  M 287 

Rhine C.  M 190 

Ripley 8s,  7s,  D.  .197 

Ripple    6s  310 

Rockingham(3Iason).L.  31 221 

Rockingham  (3Iiller)..L.  31 105 

Rolland L.M 147 

Rosedale L.  31 332 

Rosefield 7s,  61 46 

Rothwdl L.  M 61 

Russian  Hymn L.  M 260 

Sabbath 7s,  6s 274 

Safe  in  the  Arms  of.. 315 

Salvatori 7s,  6s  121 

Salzburg 8s,  7s,  4s 28 

Samson L.  31 240 

Santolius.   Ss,  7s,  D....225 

Saxon v 8s,  7s 140 

Schaeffer  C.  31 289 

Schilling  Carol 302 

Schubert Ss,  7s 258 

Schuman S.  M 272 

Scotland    12s 23 

Scudamore 7s 223 

Seasons L.  M 167 

Seelye 7s 212 

Seelye 8s,  7s.  D...145 

Segur ss,  7s,  4s  ...206 

Seir S.  M 263 

Selvin S.  31 195 

Sessions L.  31 261 

Seymour 7s 82 

Shawmut S.  31 15 

Bhepherd 8s,  7s.  4s  ...134     ■ 

Shining  Shore P.  31 320 

Sbirland B.  31 93 

Sicily ss,  7- 211 

Siloam 0.  31 218 

Silver  St  S.  31 288 

Skyles  8.  31  20 

Smile  Praises  Carol  306 

Solid  Rock  L.  31.  L 8 

Bolwaj   C.  31 164 

Something  for  Jesus. ..6s,  4s 96 

Bong  ss,  5s  222 

Sonthminster 7s 42 

S|.;i  11  i-h  Hvinn   7h,  D   81 

Spohr C.  M 209 


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ALPHABETICAL  INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


Page. 

8tanton S.  M 78 

8tateSt S.  M 56 

Steele 88,  7s,  4s 70 

Stella L.  M.  D 41 

Sterling L.  M 176 

Stillingfleet S.  M 231 

Stillwater 10s,  Us  ....135 

Stockwell 8s,  7s 283 

Stonefield L.  M 68 

St.  Albans 6s,  5s,  D 66 

St.  Albinus 7s,  8s,  4s.. ..124 

St.  Agnes C.  M 29 

St.  Ann's C.  M 172 

St.  Brides S.  M 248 

St.  Chad 8s,  7s,  D  ....91 

St.  Cross  L.  M 114 

St.  Cyprian Us 102 

St.  Drostane  L.  M 69 

St.  Finbar 8* 103 

St.  Gertrude 6s,  5s 298 

St.  Hilda  7s,  6s  D....317 

St.  Jerome  L.  M 278 

St.  John C.  M 233 

St.  John's C.  M 242 

St.  Joseph 88,  7s,  7s 84 

St.  Leonard C.  M.  D...  284 

St.  Lucian 6s,  5s  95 

St.  Martin 7s,  D 149 

St.  Martin's C.  M 55 

St.  Olaf S.  M 146 

St.  Oswald 8s,  7s 222 

St.  Peter  C.  M 159 

St.  Stephen's  C.  M 172 

St.  Theodulph 7s,  os 98 

St.  Thomas S.  M 194 

St.  Vincent L.  M 277 

8uper 12s,  Us 54 

Sutherland H.  M 242 

Swanwich C.  M 170 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer  L.  M.  D...333 


Pagb. 

Tallis'  Evening  HymnL.  M 276 

Talmar 8s,  7s 106 

Tampico    C.  M 170 

Tappan C.  M 198 

Taylor 8s,  lis 25 

Tell  it  out P.  M  61 

Tell  the  story 7s,  6s,  JQ....309 

Tempestas  Sedata 8s,  3s 50 

Thanksgiving  Hymn  10s 256 

Thatcher .8.  M 174 

ThereisaGreenHill...C.  M.  D  ...307 

There's  a  Friend  P   M 299 

The  Roseate  Hues CM.D  ...282 

The  Story  of  Love 7s,  6s,  D....297 

Toplady 7s,  61 ....93 

Trinity L.  M 153 

Truro L.  M....43, 123 

Trusting  7s  318 

Tulford 7e,  D 265 


Uxbridge L.  M. 


.167 


Valeland C.  M 190 

Valentia  C.  M 100 

Van  Hall's  Hymn L.  M  22 

Varina CM.  D  ...285 

Vesper  Hymn 8s,  7s.  D...  183 

Victory 8s,  4s 119 

Vigil  8.  M 249 

Vigils .....C.  M 232 

VoxDilecti CM.  D...  285 

WakenChristianChildren 301 

Walsal CM 35 

Walter  C   M  26 

Waltham 8s,  7s,  61...  241 

Ward L  M 17 

Ware L.M 84 


Paoi. 

Wareham L.M  60 

Warsaw H.  M 262 

Wartburg L.  M 286 

Warwick  C  M 271 

Wasserquelle 8s,  7s,  D...144 

Watchman  8.  M 217 

Watchman,  Tell  us. ..7s,  D 13 

We  will  Carol 306 

Webb 7s,  6s,  C46,  63 

Webster  L.M 162 

Weller 8.  M 199 

Wellesley 8s,  7s, 33 

Wellerd ..L.  M 155 

Wells L.M 330 

Welton L.  M....77.132 

Wentworth 7s 115 

Wesley lis,  10s 36 

What  a  Friend 8s,  7s,  D....318 

While  Shepherds 301 

Whitefield 8.  M 144 

Whiter  than  Snow 322 

Williamson 8.  M 132 

Willoughby CP.M 70 

Wilmot 8s,  7s. ...91, 162 

Winchester L.  M 17 

Windham L.M 228 

Wurtemberg 7s 119 

Wonderful  Words P.  M 310 

Woodland C.  M 333 

Woodstock C.  M 50 

Woodworth L.  M 76 

Work  Song P.  M.. 67 


Yoakley L.  M,  61. ..58 

Zephyr L.  M 85, 246 

Zerah CM 31 

Zion 8s,  7s,4s..9,  65 


METRICAL  INDEX, 


L.  M. 

Page. 

Alexander 240 

Ames 215 

Anastasius 

Angela 212 

Anvern 193 

Applets 192 

Arthur 69 

Ashwell __ 

Baca S3 

Beethoven 214 

Bera 

Bowen 287 

Busche 244 

Cyprian 105 

Darlej 68 

Desire 153 

Duke  St 4,53 

Eisenach 99 

ElParan 186 

Ernan„  215 

Federal  St 229 

220 

Galilee 84 

Germany 2  '■  - 

Gilead 261 

Gilgal 45 

Gladstone 244 

Gratitude 270 

Grostete 10 

Hamburg 104 

Happy  Dav 221 

Harmony  Grove 40 

Hebron 27^ 

Heleadeth  me 205 

Higbee 9S 

Hurslev 279 

Hyatt 187 

Ilia 75 

Kirke 147 

Louvan 133 

Love  Divine 2U 

Loving  Kindness 266 

Luton 127,269 

Medway ....268 

Mendon 155,  lv6 

Migdol 141 

Missionary  Chant... "_.  _  - 

Namur 103 

Nestor  Chant 

Oberlin 276 

Old   Hundred ;.  286 

Olives  Brow 

Olivet 95 

Oriel 

Orland 176 

Park  St n 

Piles  grove 245 

Beat 217 

Retreat 

RockiDgham(Mason)...221 
Rockingham  (Miller)....105 

Holland 147 

Bosedale 


Page,  i 

Rothwell 61 

Russian  Hymn 260 

a 240 

Seasons 167 

.>■<... 261 

Sterling 176 

Stonefield 6S 

St.  Cross 114 

St.  Drostane  69 

St.  Jerome 278 

St.  Vincent 277 

Tallis'  Evening  Hymn  276 

Trinity 153 

Truro 43,  123 

Uxbridge 167 

Van  Hall's  Hymn 22 

Ward 17 

Wan- 84 

Wareham 60 

Wartburg 286 

Webster  162 

Wellerd 155 

Wells 330 

Welton 77,132 

Winchester 17 

Windham 228 

Woodworth 76 

Zephyr 85,246 

L.  M.,  6  lines. 

Brownell 208 

Dilliba 13 

If  elite 175 

Toakley 58 

L.  M.  Double. 

Creation 44 

Nunda 59 

Solid  Rock 8 

Stella 41 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer.,.333 

C.  M. 

Alexandria 169 

Antioch 21 

Arlington 295 

Armenia    88 

Arundel 209 

Avon 72 

Azmon 23 

Balerma 181 

Barby 150 

Bedford 235 

Belmont 185 

Bemerton 180 

Berwick 185 

Boardman .82 

Bradford 219 

Bray 203 

D 173,281 

! 94 

i 44 


Pass. 

Cambridge L30 

Cherith    251 

Chimes.. 71 

China 251 

Chopin 51 

Christmas 208 

Glarenden 187 

Coronation 126 

Coventry 22 

Cowper   94 

Cross  and  Crown 126 

Dedham 34 

Dedication 237 

Denfield 289 

Devizes 6,  233 

Downs 191 

Dundee 250 

Eckhardtsheim 88 

Elisabethtown 74 

Evan.. 73 

Geer 145 

Geneva 184 

Give 143 

Grigg 243 

Heber 166 

Heidelberg 37 

Helena 180 

Helfenstein 101 

Henry 164 

Hermann 202 

Hermon 280 

Holy  Cross 319 

Howard 241 

Jazer 24 

Jerusalem 191 

Judea 210 

Lanesboro 130 

Laud 124 

Love 158 

Lutaen , 243 

Maitland 101 

Magdalene 216 

Manoah 89 

Marlow 154 

Mear 250 

Medfield 51 

Blertoo 131 

Miles  Lane 257 

Monson 236 

Naomi  181 

Nav&rin _ 219 

Nottingham 34 

Ortonville 159 

Peterboro 203 

Phillips 169 

Phuvah 211 

Remsen 30 

Shine 190 

Schaeffer 289 

Siloam .. 218 

Solway 164 

Spohr 209 

St.  Agnes 28 

St.  Ann's 172 


Page. 

St.  John 233 

St.  John's 242 

Sr.  Martin's 55 

St.  Peter 159 

St   Stephen's  172 

Bwanwich 170 

Tampico 170 

Tappan 198 

Valeland 190 

Valentia 100 

Vigils  232 

Walsal 35 

Walter 26 

Warwick 271 

Woodland .333 

Woodstock 50 

Zerah 31 

C.  M.  Double. 

Brattlcstreet 168 

Carol 30 

Gertrude 10 

Invitation .319 

St.   Leonard 284 

There  is  a  Green  Hill. ..307 

The  Roseate  Hues 282 

Varina 285 

VoxDilecti 285 

C.  P.  M. 

Ariel 189 

Meribah 25 

Rapture 283 

Willoughby 70 

S.    M. 

Ahira 20 

Alexander 

Amantus 194 

Badea 85,  311 

Bankoke 217 

Boyiston 163,235 

Braden  

Dawn 479 

Dennis 7^ 

Doddridge 58 

Dover 45,195 

Ferguson.. 238 

Golden  Hill 179 

Gorton 15 

Greenwood J  IS 

Gring 272 

Harlem  Square 330 

Haydn ~)t 

Kentucky.. _ 

Laban 204 

Lake  Enon 201 

Leighton .39 

Lisbon 66 


360 


METRICAL  INDEX. 


Page. 

Luther 179 

Market  St 245 

Moore 57 

Momington 200,  316 

NoilLe 38 

Olmutz 291 

Olney 146 

OrriDgtoa 178 

Osman 273 

Ozr.-m 21 

Peacfl  174 

Pentonyille 178 

Rebough 118 

Schnman.. 272 

Seir 263 

Selvin 195 

Shawraut 15 

Shirland 93 

Silver  St 288 

Skyles    20 

Stanton 78 

State  St  56 

Stillingfleet 231 

St.  Brides „ 248 

St.  Olaf 146 

St.  Thomas 194 

Thatcher. 174 

Vigil 249 

Watchman 217 

Weller .....199 

Whitefield 144 

Williamson 132 

S.  M.  Double. 

Apollos 239 

Bonar 11 

Diademata 260 

Keep  Thou  my  Way  ....207 

Lebanon 312 

Raven 142 

H.M. 

Darwall 123,163 

Haddam 188 

Hall 151 

Harwich 177 

Lenox 35 

Lischer, , 122 

Patria 262 

Sutherland 242 

Warsaw 262 

5s,  4s. 
Haven 97 

6s. 

Baxter 326 

Ripple 310 

6s,  Double. 
Jewett 87 

6s,  4s. 

America 258 

Bethany    96 

Bread  of  life 2-h 

Conqueror 139 

Craig 252 

Cutting 07 

Dort 259 

Fatherland 12 

Italian  Hymn   199 

Logos 331 

Lyte ,; 315 


Page. 

May 97 

More  Love  160 

New  Haven 223,  290 

Olivet 183 

Something  for  Jesus 96 

6s,  5s. 

Caswell 102 

Our  Leader 297 

St.  Albans  66 

St.  Gertrude 298 

St.  Lucian 95 

7s. 

Aletta 148 

Bedell 264 

Clarion 28 

Cyprus 213 

Dallas 265 

Dayspring 266 

Dijon 135 

"Faster  Hymn 117 

Endless  Praises 307 

Father  lead  me 311 

Hayes 113 

Hendon 116,  161 

Holley 234 

Horton 113 

Kenan 125 

Kozeluch 275 

Kucken 107 

Mercy 112 

Monkland 242 

Mozart 136 

Pleyel'a  Hymn 80,  212 

Redhead,  No.  47 109 

Scudamore 223 

Seelye 212 

Seymour 82 

Southminster 42 

St.  Martin 149 

Trusting 313 

Wentworth 115 

Wurtemberg , 119 

7s,  3  lines. 
Firor 86 

7s,  4  lines. 
Haven 115 

7s  and  5s. 
Heavenly  Father 228 

7s.  6  lines. 

Dix 236 

Felton 160 

Gethsemane Ill 

Greatorex 110 

Halle 47 

Hallett 136 

Pcntz 152 

Pilot 316 

Rosefield 46 

Sabbath 274 

Toplady (.)3 

7s.  Double. 

Blunieuthal 152 

Dauchy 323 

Eltham 59 


Page. 

Elvey 27 

Faber 149 

Guide 148 

Hollingside 110 

Maidstone 43 

Martyn 81 

Mendelssohn 29 

Messiah 264 

Onido 5 

Paschal 118 

Refuge 80 

Spanish  Hymn 81 

Tulford 265 

Watchman,  Tell  us 13 

7s.  and  6s. 

All  good  Gifts 263 

Alphege 18 

Amsterdam 206 

Aurelia 196 

Bethune 142 

Crucifix  231 

Eden 109,330 

Ewing 18 

Gerhardt 19 

Mehul  99 

Miriam 79 

Missionary  Hymn 62 

Munich 2< 

Old,  Old  Story 308 

Passion  Chorale  108 

Resurrection  116 

Salvatori 121 

St.  Hilda 317 

St.  Theodulph 98 

Tell  the  story 309 

The  Story  of  Love 297 

Webb 46,63 

7s,  8s,  4s. 
St.  Albinus 124 

7s,  8s,  7s. 

Brandenburg 165 

Long  Home 154 

Meinhold 252 

8s. 

Ccmpline 293 

DeFleury 332 

St.  Finbar. 103 

8s.  4s. 

Elvey's  Rest 295 

Victory 119 

8s,  5s. 

Pass  me  not 317 

Song 222 

8s,  6s.  8s,  4s. 
Clever 134 

8s,  7s. 

Barkley 14 

Batty 253 

Cooke 14 


Page. 

Even  Song 282 

Jesus  loves  me 296 

Precious  Name 320 

Prudent 298 

Rathbun 92 

Saxony 140 

Sicily 211 

Stockwell 283 

St.  Oswald 222 

Wellesley 33 

Wilmot ^ 91, 162 

8s,  7s.  6  lines. 

Angelus 90 

Boush... 37 

Dulce  Carmen , 121 

Regent  Square 7,  156 

Waltham 241 

8s,  7s,  Double. 

Austria 177 

Autumn 90 

Bavaria 140 

Caritas 157 

Christmas  Eve 300 

Coronet 143 

Ecclesia 120 

Ellesdie 224 

Edna 33 

Faben 328 

Guidance 107 

Harwell 7,  138 

Middleton 65 

Mission  Song 64 

Moultrie 156 

Nettleton 292 

Otto 48 

Philbrook 275 

Promise 137 

Ripley 197 

Santolius 225 

Schubert 258 

Seelve 145 

St.  Chad..... 91 

Talmar 106 

Vesper  Hymn 183 

Wasserquelle 144 

What  a  Friend 318 

8s,  7s,  4s 

Alton 8 

Angelica 38 

Brest 9 

Calvary 106 

Coronae 138 

Greenville 291 

Osgood 92 

Salzburg .(.28 

Segur 206 

Shepherd  134 

Steele 70 

Zion 9,65 

8s,  7s,  7s. 

Dresden 115 

Life ....325 

Our  Ruler ....216 

St.  Joseph 84 


METRICAL  INDEX. 


361 


Pagi. 
8s,  3s. 

Tempestas  Sedata 50 

Ss,  lis. 
Taylor 25 

10s. 

Berlin 197 

Communion 226 

Dayman 260 

Eventide.. 127 

Hopkins 49 

Langran 114 

Melton 227 

Pax  Dei 291 

Thanksgiving  Hymn.  .256 

10s,  4s. 
Lux  Benigna... 204 

10s,  6s. 
Neale 112 


Paqf.. 

10s,  lis. 

Glad  Tidings 32 

Houghton 329 

Lyons 182 

Stillwater 135 

lis. 

Daughter  of  Zion 198 

Frederick 327 

Goshen 128,  171 

Home 326 

Long  wood 129 

Magill  11 

Paulina 254 

St.  Cyprian 102 

lis,  5s. 

Integer 6 

New  Year's  Hymn 42 

lis,  10s 

Brightest  and  Best 36 

Come  ye  disconsolate 86 

Henley 16 

Old  124th 16 

Wesley 36 


Page* 

lis,  12s. 

Resurrection  Joy 125 

12s. 

Scotland    23 

12s,  lis. 
Super 54 

P.M. 

Adeste  Fideles 31 

All  to  Christ (05 

Angelic  Song 303 

Angel  Voices 294 

Bridegroom 313 

Carol, CarolChristians,. 304 

Crusader's  Hymn 296 

Ebrard  259 

Even  Me 312 

Geneva 230 

Holy  Night 304 

I  am  coming 314 

I  am  Jesus  little  lamb  299 
I  need  Thee  every  hour.324 

1  think  when  I  read 313 

Judgment  Hymn 12 


Paor. 

Last  Beam 2.S0 

Luther 71 

Maud. 294 

My    Redeemer 321 

Nauford 231 

Neander 267 

Near  the  Cross 314 

Nicea 151 

None  luit  Jesus .'524 

Our  Lord  hath  arisen....305 

Paraclete 150 

Paradise  26 

Providence. 329 

Rescue  the  Perishing. ..323 

Safe  in  the  Arms  of 315 

Schilling  302 

Shining  Shore 320 

Smile  Praises. 306 

Tell  it  out  61 

There's  a  Friend 299 

Waken  Christian  Chil- 
dren  301 

We  will  Carol 306 

While  Shepherds 301 

Whiter'than  Snow 322 

Wonderful  Words 310 

Work  Song 67 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS, 


THE  FIGURF.S  REFER  TO  THE  HYMNS. 


Adoption 123,  333,  402,  484 

Adoratian 52,  59,  60,  415  to  420 

Afflictions 173,  387,  529,  731 

Almsgiving  (See  Charity.) 

Ascension 299  to  314 

Aspiration 118,  310,  478,  488,  494 

Aspiration  for  grace 157,  380 

Assurance  ..20,  184,  366,  380,  381,  383 
Atonement 207,  210,  376,  377,  473 

Baptism  .493  to  501,  504,  505,  511,  512 
Burial .. 571  to  594 

Charity 346,  347,  353,  361,  447 

Children 685  to  721 

Christ  abiding  in 472,  515,  531 

"  us 107,  217, 

278,  279,  410,  743 
11      adoration  of..  60,  209,  308, 

310,  312, 351,  453 

"      first  Advent  of 44  to  88 

"      second  Advent  of 3  to  32 

"      Advocate 291,  299,308 

"      All  in  All 124, 199,  220, 

351,  371,  412  to  414,  452,  674 

"      Ascension  of.    299  to  314 

"      Blood  of 159,  229,  245,  473 

"      Childhood  of. 125,  691 

"       Circumcision  of. 94,  95 

"      Compassion  of. 48,174, 

187,  400,  647 
«'       the  Cornerstone., ....550  to  552 

"       Crucifixion  of 231,234, 

236,  238,  241,  253 
"      Divinity  of  .52,  74,  88,  116, 

212,  218,  475 
««       Humanity  of..95,  116,  178, 

187,  400,  418 

"      the  Judge 15,  31,  32,  53, 

181,  415 

"    King 108,  109,  119, 

132,  271,  280,  286, 
300  to  302,  306,  311,415 

"      Lamb  of  God 161, 168, 

176,  227,  242,  676 

"      Life 106,  257,  366,  452,  687 

"      the  Light.  24,  40, 101,  113, 

486,  684,  686,  687 
M      Love  of.. 102,  183,  215,  216, 

251,  355,  356,  365 
'•      Love  to...l82,  201,  210,  246, 

350,  352,  354,  565,  708 
"      Manifestation  of  .98  to  113, 

122,  129 
"      the  Pattern..^70,  400,  401, 

418,  419 
«      Presence  of....294,  316,  365, 

534,690 

"      the  Priest 207,  421 

••        "     Prince  of  Peace.51,  61, 

165,  314,  483 

**        "     Prophet 270 

M        "    Redeemer...  .244,  281, 

291,  309,  718 


Christ  our  Refuge  ....49,  115, 124, 
173, 177,  196,  202, 
205,208,283,284 
"       Resurrection  of.257  to  275, 

705  to  707 

"      Rest  in  Grave 248,  249, 

252  to  254,  256 

"      Sacrifice  of 38,  41,  189, 

209,  223,  231,  235,  236 

"   the  Shepherd 270,  283, 

290,  292,  293,  295,  467 
"       Sufferings  of..l54,  224,  225, 

231,  234  to  236,  240,  247,  521 

"       Temptation  of 178,  388,  418 

"       Triumphal  Entry  of  219  to  222 
"      Union  with  .396,  397,  427, 

429,  452 
ChristianEncouragementl62,371, 

375,  470,  473  to  475 
"         Fellowship..  ..276,  357, 

360,  370 

"         Privileges 123,  183, 

288,  289,  491,  493 
"         Security  of  the....287  to 

289,  461,484 

Christmas.  ..., 61  to  88,  697  to  704 

Church  The 431  to  446 

' '      Glory  of  the .  432,  433,  437, 

441,  442 
"      Triumph  of... 141, 142,  434, 

435,  454 
Closing  HymDS.656,  679,  680,  688,  704 
Communion,  The  Holy...412,  517,  546 
"  Preparation  for. ..522 

to  525,  528 
"  of  Saints  .360,  426  to 

429,  656 
"  with  God    ..499,  502, 

503,  506  to  509, 514  to  516 
Confession  of  sin...  175,  403,  428, 

460,  524,  533 

Confirmation 499,  502,  503,  506 

to  599,  514  to  516 

Conformity  to  Christ 459,  460, 

477,  478 

Consecration  of  Church 563  to  570 

Personal. ..232,  410, 

411,  514,  542,  626 

Conversion 457,  717,718,  728,753 

Cornerstone  laying 558  to  563 

Covenant,  ^he 204,  493,  496 

Cross  the,  of  Christ.205,  207,  226, 

236,  237,  712,  721,  730 


Decision 

Delay 


..499,  503,  506 
.740,  741,  743 


Easter  Hymns...257  to  275,  705  to  707 

Eternity 27,  28,  30,  715 

Evening...  .636,  640  to  644,  646  to 

652,  659,  660 

Faith.....ll0,  363,  364, 367  to  371, 

407,  429,  738 
Forgiveness. ...169,  172,  395,466,631 


God  Attributes  of .339,  342,  405 

"  Confidence  in 372  to  387 

"  Creator .389,  670 

"  Fortress 153,379 

"  Love  of 348,  349,  359,  425 

"  Merciful  ... 359.    409  to  411 

"  our  refuge, 379,  382,  392, 

431  to  433 

Gospel  the 710,  711,  713 

Grace 162,  203,  377,  378,  393, 

398,  399,  408,  716 

Gratitude....422  to  425,  489,  620  to  625 

Harvest 597,  598,  600,  602,  611, 

613,614,  616  to  619 

"      Spiritual 120,557 

Heaven, 35  to  39,  55,  651.  661, 

714,  715,  760 

"      Blessedness  of 468,  479, 

480,  714,  715 

'«      Home  in 27,482,593, 

714,  760 
"      Longing  for  ...35  to  39,  479, 

480,  494 
"     Worship  of...481,  485,  487, 

537,  685,  754 

Holiness 80,  123,325,326 

Holy  Spirit 317  to  333 

"  "    the  Comforter 296, 

318,  327,  333,  390 
"  "    Descent  of...  .317,  320, 

325  327 

"    Guide 318,  328,  390', 

464  to  467,  469 

«'  "    Promised 296,  298,  dl3 

"  "    Rene  wing... 317  to  325, 

331,  389,  390,  474 
"    Sanctifying. ..326,  330, 

332,  389,  391 

Hope .41, 155,  366,  407,  439,  488 

Humanity.,166, 170, 171, 174, 403,  540 

Installation 548,  557,  754 

Invitation 541,  731,  733,  758 

Jerusalem  the  new  ..35  to  38,  50, 

274,  430 
Justification.    See  Faith 

Lent 153  to  219 

Litany  Hymns 179, 191,  206, 

245,  329,  390, 650 

Lords  Day 633,637,  645,  67-1,  673 

"     Supper.  (SeeHolyCommunion.) 
Love 347  to  350,  353,  357,  360 

Man,  fallen.  ...49,  58, 211, 156, 163 

to  167, 189 

Marriage 750,751 

Mercy  Seat 190,  197,  627,661, 

672,  729,  732 

Ministry,  The 433,  445,  447, 

548  to  557 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


36a 


Missions.. 117  to  142 

Morning .(ft)  to  635,  639,  6c 

New  Tear - 

Obedience 378,424, 

Opening  Hymna 

Ordination... .150,  433,  548  to  556,  754 

Pawion  Hymna  219  to  256 

Penitence... lt,n,  162,173,  174.  i7  I, 

198, 522  to  525 

Pilgrimage 200,  491,  734,  744 

Prayer 446,  451,  654,  716,  729, 

732,  759 
Providence. ..47,  51,  409,  411,  635,  748 

Regeneration.     (See  Holy  Spirit 

renewing.) 

Repentence 169,  171,  180,  194,  530 

Resignation 382  to  387,  744.  745 

Re*t 28,  29,  21S,  239  440,  444, 

731,  76C 
Ressurrection...l4,  Its  17.  21,  26, 
31,  53,  261,  - 


Saints/Blessrdnrsa  of..  .  426,  427, 

187,  746,  754,  755,760 

"     Communion  of 436,  4 38, 

440,  476,  478,  742 

Salvation 49,117,238,4 

Sea  at 725,  726 

Self  denial...  419,  470  to  475,  514,  741 
Soldiers  christian.. ..136,  429,  462, 
463, 

Star  of  Bethlehem 72,  87,  I'll,  128 

Submission 121,  192,  193,  250, 

385,  386,  716 

Temperance 419,  717,  723,  730, 

736,  737,  748,  758 

Tempest  stilled 103,  105,  114 

Thanksgiving 595  to  619,  624,  629 

Harvest. ...597,  598, 
600,  602,  611, 
613,  614,  616  to  619 
"  National...  .599,  605 

to  610,  615 

Trials 381  to  333,  431,  46-5 

Trinity,  adoration  of .334  to  345 


Trust  in  Christ.  ...16*3  to  171,  454, 
464,  i 

"    God 458,  At 

490,  491,  530,  646,  649 

Union  Christian 360.  396,  483, 

543,  662 

Victory  M 263,  306 

Warfare  456,  462,  I  476,693 

Warning.  (See  Invitation.) 

Watchfulness 450,  456,  562 to 564 

Word  of  God 120,  158,  391,  688 

Work  Christian 121,  137,  1  8, 

144,. 

Worship 237,  70,672 

"      joy  in. ..357,  360,  362,  437,  438 

Tear,  new £9,  92  to  97 

"      close  of. 90,  91,  379.  583 

',       of  jubilee .57,  63 

Zion  Triumphant.. 141,  142 


INDEX  OF  AUTHORS, 


[The  date  here  given  is  th  it  of  the  Author's  birth.     In  a  few 
date  of  the  composition  is  given.     Translations  are  marked,  tr.] 


instances,  indicated  by  a  *,   the  probable 


Adams,  Sarah  F.  Mrs.  (1805),  214. 
Addison,  J.  (1672),  409. 
Alderson,  Eliza  S.  (1868*),  346. 
Alexander,  C.  F.  (1823;,  30, 159,  252,  315,  655. 
Alford,  Henry.  (1810 ),  94, 129,  397,  480,  613. 
Alfred,  King.  (849),  638. 
Allen,  Oswald,  (1816?),  323. 
Allen,  C.N.  (1849*),  226. 
Allen,  James.  (1730,  237,  754. 
Ambrose.  (340),  309,  341,  639. 
Anderson,  M.  F.  Mrs.  (1819),  133. 
Ansteck,  Joseph.  (1808),  44U. 
Auber,  Harriet.  (1773),  127,  296. 

Baker,  Francis.  (1616),  430. 
Baker,  Henry  W.  (1821),  454,  633,  714,751. 
Bakewell,  Thos.  (1721),  308. 
Baring  Gould,  S.  (183*4),  693. 
Barbauld,  A.  L.  Mrs.  (1743),  571,  617. 
Bathurst,  Wm.   H.  (1796),  341,  368. 
Baxter,  Richard.  (1615),  378. 
Baxter,  Lydia,  (1809),  733. 

Beadon,  H.  W.  ( ),  43,  103,  122. 

Beddome,  Benj.   (1717),  112,  146,  172, 174,  231,  289,  322, 

503    550. 
Bernard  of  Clairvaux.  (1091),  ITS,  420. 
Bernard  of  Clugny.  (1122),  tr.  by  Jno.  M.  Neale,  35, 

36,37,38. 
Bethune,  Geo.  W.  (1805),  312,  577. 
Bickersteth,  Ed.  H.  (1825),  428,  546. 
Bliss,  P.  P.  (1838),  713. 
Bode,  John  E.  (1816),  457. 
Boden,  James.  (1757),  67b. 
Bonar,  H.   (1808),   19,42,50,176,193,249,345,377,518, 

593,  717,  731. 
Bonar,  —  Mrs.  (1811),  20. 
Borthwick,  Janf.  (1813),  753.  tr. 
Bowring,  John.  (1792),  24.  207,  359,  745. 
Bridges,  M.  (1800),  W5,  390,  604. 
Browne,  S.  (1680),  326. 
Brown,  P.  H.  Mrs.  (1783),  654. 
Brown,  Wm.  (1822*),  671. 
Bruce,  Michael  (1746),  584. 
Bryant,  W.  C.   (1794),  147,  564. 

Bunting,  Wm.  F.   ( ),  153,  tr. 

Burpsall,  R.  (1735),  49. 

Campbell,  Thomas.  (1777),  84. 
Campbell,  R.  (1850),  261,  tr. 

Campbell,  F.  M.  Miss.  ( ),611. 

Carlyle,  Jos.  D.  (1759),  533. 

Cary,  Phoebe.  (1820),  649. 

Caswell,  E.  (1814),  170,  209  tr.,  229  tr.,  352,  389  tr., 

420  tr.,  494  tr  ,  625  tr. 
Cawood,  John.  (1775),  69,  158. 
Cennick,  John.  (171S),  482. 

Chambers,  J.  D.  ( ),  643. 

Chamberlain,  T.  ( )433. 

Chandler,  John.  (1806),  11,  (46, 181,  309,  357,  562)  tr. 

Charles,  Elizabeth.  (1828),  347  ,706. 

Clarke,  Thos.  (1801),  48. 

Clement  or  Alexandkia.  (200),  512. 

Claudius,  Matthias,  (1740),  611. 

Codner,  E.  (1861*),  718. 


Collins,  Henry.  (1852),  230. 
Collyer,  W.  B.  (1782),  21,  131   758. 
Conder,  Josiah.  (1789),  467,  547. 
Cook,  Martha  W.(1864*),  749, 

Copeland,  W.  S.  ( ),  639. 

Cotterill,  Thos.  (1779),  4,  348,  477. 

Cowper,  Wm.  (1731),  47,  114,  157,  210,  541,  627,  757. 

Cox,  Frances  E.  (18411,  (273,  324)  tr. 

Coxe,  A.  C  M81S),    39,  182  tr.,  2H. 

Crosby,  Fanny  J.  (Mrs.  Van  Alstyne.)  (1823),  469,  721, 

723,-28,737. 
Cummings,  James  J.  (1849*),  206. 

Davies,Samufl.  (1724),  508. 

Dayman  E.  A.  (1807),  618. 

Deck,  J.  G.  (1802),  242,  677. 

Denham,  David.  (1791),  742. 

Denny,  Edward.  (1796),  187,  399,  445. 

Dexter,  H.  M.  (1321),  512  tr. 

Dix,  W.  C  (1837),  100,  234,  266. 

Poane,  Geo.  W.  (1799),  16,  1 1  6,  148,  640. 

Doddridge,  P.hiltp.  (1702).  51,  64,  78, 92,  93,  268  tr.,  269, 

288,  349,  350,  396,  398,  402,  434,  445,  470  ,  493, 

500,509,526,554,645. 
Draper,  B.  H.  (1803*)  553. 

Drummond, (1585),  18.     ■ 

Duffield,  Geo.  (1818),  136,  246. 
Duncan,  Mary  L.  (1830*),  694. 
Dwight,  Timothy. (1752),  436,  603. 

Eastburn,  J.  W.  (1797),  310. 

Eddis,  E   W.(1S63*),  253. 

Edmeston,  Jas  (1791),  388,466.  659. 

Ellerton,  John    (1826),  679. 

Elliott.  Charlotte.  (1789),  166,  291,  383. 

Elven,  C.  (1852*),  171. 

Emerson,  Geo.  D.  ( ),595. 

Enfield,  W.  (1741),  400. 
Evans,  Jonathan.  (1749),  238. 
Everest,  Chas.  W.  (1814),  741. 

Faber,  F.  W.  (1814),  56,  245,  254,  329,  410,  6S4.  701,  747- 
Fawcett,  John.  (1739),  360. 
Fellows,  J.  (1780*),  497. 
Ford,  C  L.  (1867),  519. 

Gellert,  C.  F.  (1715), 273,  3%. 
Gerhardt,  Paul.  (1607),  183,  241,  384 
Gilmork,  J.  H.  (1861*),  465. 
Goode,  Wm.  (1762),  25,  678. 
Grant,  Rob.  (1785),  179,  387,  40fi. 
Gregory  the  Great.  (550),  170. 
Grigg,  Joseph.  (1720),  165,  188. 
Gurney,  J,  H.  (1802),  401. 

Hall,  E.  M.  Mrs.  (1818),  588. 

Hamerton,  S  G.  ( ),  699.  , 

Hammond,  Wm.  (1719),  394,  540. 
Hanaford,  Phoebe  A.  Mrs.  (1829),  138. 

Hankey,  Kate.  ( ),  710,  71 1. 

Harbaugh,  Henry.  (1817),  205,  257,  292,  452,  615. 
Hart,  Joseph,  (1712),  32,  683. 

Hartsough,  L.  ( ),  722. 

Hastings,  Thos.  (1784))  75,  150,  216,  589. 
Havergal,  Wm  (1793),  9,  220. 


INDEX  OF  AUTHORS. 


365 


IlAvvnr.AL,  FbaNCBS  R.  (1836),  132. 
Hawbis,  Thob.(1733  •  1-11- 
Hawker,  Kobt.  (1753',  6m>. 

Haydn,  Michael.  ( ).  702. 

Havn,  I!.  L. Miss. (1724), 696. 

Heath,  Geo. (1781*), 463 

Hues,  Kr.r.iN  '■],  51,76,86,334,498. 

Hboinbotham,  O.  (1744',  199,  373. 

Hbbbbrt,  Geo.  I  [593),  121. 

BlGBKB,    K.   E  ~TB. 

Hill,  [low land     1745),  490. 
Hop*,  H.J.  M.(1809  •  724. 
Hoppsb,  E  (1818),  725. 
How.  W»,  W.  (1823),  234.  361,  727. 
Humphreys,  Jos.  (1720)'  4^4. 
huntington,  countess.  (1707),  53. 
Hyde,  A.  B.  Mrs.  (1799),  504. 


Jbnks,  Ptbphkn.  QK00*), 
Johns,  John.  (1801),  3y. 


:  1  Li- 


Khile,  John.  (1792),  SO,  59S,  648,  750. 

Kf.iih,  Geo.  (1787*), 374. 

Kelly.  Thus.    i:,,.i,  •_  j.  286,  293,300,303,304,  509. 

Ken.  Thos.  (1637),  622,  641. 

Kbthb,  Wm.  (1562*), 606 (?). 

Key.  P.  3,  610. 

Kino,  J.  (1788),  221. 

Kingsbury,  Wm.  (1744),  306. 

Kholub,  F.  M.  (1815),  580. 

Lange.J.  P.  (1802),  257. 

Lathblry,  M.  A.  (1880*), 517. 

Laurenti,  Laurbns.  (1660),  58. 

Latatbr,  J.  K   (1741), 324. 

Lbland.J.  L754),636. 

Llotd,  Wm.  P.  (1791),  386. 

Lowrt,  Robt.  (1826),  738. 

Like,  J.  Mrs. (1813),  719. 

Lyte,     H.  F.  (1793),  99,  279,  384,  489,514,  669 

Macduff,  J.  R.  (1818),  356. 
Mackay,  Margaret.  (1832*),  574. 
Madan,  Martin.  (1726),  355. 
Madam.  Judith.  (1763*),  600. 
Mant,  R.  i  1776),  10,  481,  657. 
March.  Henry.  (1790),  137. 
Marriott,  John.  (1780),  449. 
Mason,  J.  (1683*),  654. 
Mathews.  R.  S.  (1859*),  506. 
Maude,  Mary  F.  (1890),  542. 
Medley.  Saml.  (1738),  417,  42-3,  620. 

Meigs  m.  N.  Mrs.  ( ),  7qo. 

Millard.  J    E.  (1821),  6  tb. 

Miller,  Emily  H.  ( ),  692. 

Milman,  Henry  H.(1791),  222. 
Monsshl,  J.  S.  B.  (1811),  12,  13,  175,278. 
Montgomery.  Jab.   (1771),  27,  28,  57,  59,  79,  98,  250,  283, 
s  549,  555,  559, 578,  602,  632,  670, 
.  746. 
Moore,  Thos.  (17791,  190. 

Mokfi.l ( ),  548. 

Morrison,  J.  ,174.. 

Moultrie,  John.  1799),  256. 
Muhlenberg   W.  A.  (1796),  67,  510,  744. 

Nbale.JohhM.   1818),  7i',  74,  77  tr.,  219  TB.,  223, 267, 365, 

558,  560  tr.,  565,  592, 697. 
Nbbdham,  J.  ■  1710  .  »i74. 
Nelson,  Karl. 
Nel»  n.  David.  (1793  ,  734. 
Nbyth,  E.  II     1814 
Newman,  John  H.  fl801 I,  464. 

Nwwtoh,  John.  0725>,  15,  224,  370,  443,  637, 656,673, 
3,  7.56. 

Onderdonk,  H.  U.  (1789),  495. 

OS1.BR,  hDWARD.  U,  424,513, 


Palgravk,  Francis  T.  (1824),  642. 

Palmer.  Hay.  (1808),  91,  281,  407,  442  TB.,  516,530. 

Psbronst,  Edward.  (1780*),  277. 

I'm  us,  S.  D.  (1816),  215. 

Phillimore,  G.  (1863*),  104,  616. 

Pibrpont,  J.  il7s.">),  569. 

Porter,  Thos.  C.  (  1859*),  341  TB.,  619  tb. 

Pott,  Pbancis.  (1835),  263,  685. 

Potter,  T.J.  (1827),  141. 

38,  E.  P.  Mrs.  (1818),. "..54. 
Pboctob,  Adelaide.  (1825),  660. 


Raffles,  Thos.  (1788),  403,  487. 
Rawson,  G.  (1807),  333, 531. 

Reed,  Andrew.  (178, ),  332. 
Robinson,  C  S.  (1829),  217. 
Robinson,  Robt.  (1735),  681. 
Ryland,  J.  (1753),  81. 

Savonarola.  (1452^,  202.  „  nn    ttmt 

Schefflkb,  Johann.  ("Angelus  Silesics.)  (1624),  201. 
Schmolkk,  B.  (1672),  192. 
Scott,  Thos.  (1775*),  258. 
Seagrave,  Robt.  (1693),  468. 
Sears,  E.  H.  (1810>,  62,63 
Shri'bsolf,,  Wm.  (1759),  145, 149. 
Sigourney,  Lydia  H,  (1791  i,  318. 
Smith,  Saml.  F.    (1808),  135,  501,  599. 
Smtttan  Geo.  H.(1820?),  178. 

Stanley,  A.  P.  (1815),  126.'  „   ini 

Steelf,  Anne.  (1716),  52, 156, 160, 196, 197,  291,  310,404, 

412,  413,  471,  527,  644,  651,  666. 

Strgman ( ),  107. 

Stennett,  Saml.  (1727),  198,  351,  422, 479,  535,  672,  682. 

Stewart.  J04N.  (1§03*),  528. 

Stocker,  John.  (1776*),  330. 

Stone,  S.J.  (1839),  441. 

Stowe,  Harriet  B.,  (1814),  515. 

Sin  well,  Hugh.  (1799),  667. 

Strong,  Nathan.  (1748),  614. 

Swain,  Joseph.  (1761),  662. 

Tappan,  Wm.  B.  (1734),  235,  760. 
Tate,  Nahum.  (1652),  382,  698. 
Tatk  and  Brady.  (1696*),  5,  97. 
Terstxegen,  Gerhard.  (1697),  185,753. 
Turin.;,  Godfrey.   (1823)*  105. 
Thrupp,  Dorothy  A.  (1779),  295. 
Tore,  Emma.  (1812),  83,  313. 
Tonali,Charlotte  E.  (1790),  726. 
Toplady,  Aug.  (1740),  41,  208,  240. 
Tregelles,  S.  P.  (1813),  60. 
Turner,  D.  (1710),  314,  363. 
Twf-lls,  H.  T.  (1823),  647. 

Van  Alstyne,  F.  C.  —  See  Cbosbt. 


Walford,  W.  W.  (1846*),  759. 
Walker,  Anna  L.  (1868*),  144. 
Wabdlaw,  Ralph.  (1779),  142,  653. 
Ware,  Henry  Jr.  (1794),  275. 
Watts,  Isaac.  (1674),  32,  44,  48,71, 109, 110,  111,  117, 
154,  155,  161,  L62,  166,  169,17:;, 


270,  285,  2S7,  290,  331,  335,  362,  364,  375, 
379,  380,  381,  392,  395,  418,  419,421,  437, 
r, ;.  1>,  [61,  474,  475,  476,  492,  499,  521, 
537,  538,  543, 552,  556, 561,  566,  572,  573, 
579,  583,  596,  605,  612,  621,  62-3,  626,  630, 
631,  646,  661 ,  663, 664, 668, 688, 752. 

Weisse,  Michael.  (1531*),  264. 

Weisel,  Geo.  (1855*), 344. 

Wesley,  C.  (1708),  7,  14,  24,  61,  70,  73,  83,  89,  101, 
116,  US,  124-  177,  180,  186,  225,  259,  271, 
311,  336,  405,  12.-,  429,  448,  456,  462,  472, 
478, 483, 544  (?),  557. 

Wesley,  .J.(170.ii,  215,327,  635. 

White.  H.  K.  (1785),  87. 

Whiting,   W.  (1825),  691. 


123, 
236, 

376, 
438, 
522, 
.576, 
631, 


102, 
299, 

473, 


^ 


366 


INDEX  OF  AUTHOKS. 


Whttehead,  T.  (1815),  248. 

Williams,  W  (1717),  140,  200. 

Williams,  Helen  M.  (1762),  372. 

Williams,  Isaac.  (1802),  191,  570. 

Willis,  Nw  P.  (1807),  568. 

Winkworth,  Catharine.  (1829),  40,  (107,  113,  264,  344, 

353,  601,  658)  tb. 
Wolcott,  S.  (1813),  143. 
Woodford,  J.  R.  (1820),  119  trm  120,  125. 
Wood  hull,  A.  A.  (1810),  608. 


Wordsworth,  C.  (1807),  239,  265,  276,  301,  317,  337, 367, 

426,  447,460,486,491,507,597. 
Wreford,  J.  R.   (1800),  369. 

Xavier,  Francis.  (1506),  182,  352. 

Young,  W.  ( ),  115. 

Zinzkndorf,  Count.'  (1700),  184,  213. 


HYMNS  SUITABLE  FOR  THE  DAYS  OF  THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 


1st  Sunday  in  Advent:   12,  13,  22.  23,  44,  45,  54,  71, 

78,51,58,74 
l!ii.l  Sunday  in  Advent:  1 !.  16,  21,  24,  395,  663,  17, 
3d  Sund.v  in  advent:  ;-;>i  4  1,  46,  47,  51,  22, 4S.  50,  98,  108 
ithSnndy  in  Advent:   26,33,34,74,18,117,118,  • 

101,  KI2 

Christmas:  57—88,  697—702 

1-r  Sunday  after  Christmas:   70,  83,  12.;,  161,365,  W7,  674 

2nd  Sunday  after  Christmas:  64,  79—83,  188,  362,  514 

(  Circumcision  of  Christ: 94,  95,  77,  118,  (174,  677 

1  New  Y,  ma  Da)  :    S9-92,  96,  97,  379,  382,  440 

Epiphany   72.  76,  -7.  98,  100,  101,  109,  128,  113,  140 

lstSunday  after  Epiphany:    100,111,  116,  125,  633, 

691,  418,421424,512 

2nd  Sunday  after  Epiphany:    107,  103,  122,  129,  365, 

382,750,751,119 

3d  Sunday  after  Epiphany:     104,  117,  118,  124,  177, 

.     190,  196,  351,  668,  674 
4th  Bunday  after  Epiphany:    103,  105,  110,  115,  596, 

45:;,  634,177,  195,  368 
oth  Sunday  after  Epidhany:  92,  99,  112,  120,  121, 158, 

612,672,24,113 
6th  Sunday  after  Epiphany:    102,  121,  123,   120,  130, 

267,  415,  655,  753 

Septuage.*ima:  42,  154, 156,  164,  470,  198,  753,  158,  326,  753 

Sexagesima:    158,  18S,  200,  209,  232,  471,  398,  456,  688 

<}uinquagesima:  119,  183,  202,  204,  213,  215,  216,  349, 

360, 176 

Ash  Wednesday:    170,  175,  179,  181, 156,  167,  176,  208,  99 

1st  Sunday  in  Lent:    169,  172,  178,  194,  214,  153,  418,  3S7 
-  inday  in  Lent:  10:;,  i>o,  195,  197,  20S,  211,  381, 

739,  189,  227 
3d  Sunday  in  Lent:  153,  166,196,  205,  206,  790,  167, 

210,118,342 
4th  Sunday  in  Lent:    155, 182,  190,  201,  210,  364,  597, 

420, 
5th  Sunday  in  Lent:  161,  177,  189,  490,  176,  184,  207, 

473,  735 

Palm  Sunday:  9,  168,  184,  219—22-3,  537,  77,  271 

Passion  Week:  225—256,  154,  159,  521,  574,  731,  3 

179,  102 

Easter  Eve:    218,  248,  249,  256,  378,  574 

Easter  Sunday:  3,  2-57—275,  2-34,  .366,  705,  706,  789 

Easter  Monday:    276 281 

1st  Sunday  after  Easter:    272,  285,  284,  286,  277,  537, 

.„     M  „  273,108.453,482 

2nd  Sunday  after  Easter:  270,  290—295,  467,  694,  696, 

4">4    717 
.3d  Sunday  after  Easter  27,  271.2*7,  294,316,  600, 106, 

4th  Sunday  after  Easter:  296,  714,  28,  299,  356,41,  102, 

157,  319,  404 
oth  Sunday  after  Easter:    286—289,  307,  598,  600,  I 


Ascension  Day:  299—305,  258,  312,  286,  554 

Sunday  after  Ascension:  300,  309—315,  298,  123,  566 

Whitsunday:  317—333 

Whitmonday: : 318,325—329 

Trinity  Sunday: 334—345 

1st  Sunday  after  Trinity:  347—349,  359,  373,  455,  456, 

463,  200,  662 
2nd  Sunday  after  Trinity:  360,  410,  538,  363,  364,  368, 

369,  396,  547,  740 
3d  Sunday  after  Trinity:    250,  367,  390,  397,  424,  407, 

■  398,408,  717 
4th  Sunday  after  Trinity:   399,  407,  427,  415,  454,  494, 

514,55,173,359,393 
5th  Sunday  after  Trinity:  384,  396,  401,  433,  430,  483, 

441 ,  435,  550,  449,  386 
6th  Sunday  after  Trinity;  452,  492,  456,  542,  250,  80, 

419, 157 
7th  Sunday  after  Trinity:  220,  404,  442,  4.53,459,  372, 

379,  499,  617,  740 
8th  Sunday  after  Trinity:  375,  402,  427  484,  634,  157, 

326,  478 
9th  Sunday  after  Trinity:  389,  440, 464,  472,  480,  491, 

21,450,463 
10th  Sunday  after  Trinity:  174,  323,  344,   506,  209, 

292,40,74,113,400 
11th  Sunday  after  Trinity:    377,  403,   408,  478,670, 

675,  183,  732,  167 
12th  Sunday  after  Trinity:  417,  418, 423,  476, 224,  377, 

408,118,731 
13th  Sunday  atfer  Trinity:  376,  400,  447,  458,  556,  493, 

497,  166,  W,  2*8,361 
14th  Sunday  after  Trinity : 319, 322,  432,  321,  075,277, 

118,365,208,184 
15th  Sunday  after  Trinity:  386,411,443,  055.  474,  290, 

382,  378,  4i  i!  ',446 
16th  Sunday  after  Trinity:  394,  413,  414,  426,  387,  41, 

194,  196 
17th  Sunday  after  Trinity:  336,  365,  477,  199,  376,  80, 

4ni),401,419 
18th  Sunday  after  Trinity:  230,  406,  412,  415,  421 ,  428, 

499, 108,  074,  675 
19th  Sunday  after  Trinity:  159,  351,  42S,  475,  4*9,  688, 

107,169,408 
20th  Sunday  after  Trinity:  185,  457,  482,  486,  518,476, 

166,790,453 
21st  Sunday  after  Trinity:   35,  379,  382,  406,  461,462, 

285,393,450,463 
22nd  Sunday  after  Trinity:  346,  358,  380,  120,  460,  714, 

760,418,309,631 
23d  Sunday  after  Trinity:   37,  50,  439,  481, 

715,  121,214,419 

4th  Sunday  before  Advent:  30,  41,  48,  56,  395,  64,  273, 

),  789 
3d  Sunday  before  Advent:  31,  1_  l.  17,  185, 

.  19,384 
2nd  Sunday  before  Advent:    15,  43,  191,  14,  303,21, 

55,  746 
The  8unday  before  Advent:  36,  38,  57,  58,  27,  310,  35, 

87,  4.56,  407 


INDEX  OF.  CHANTS, 


Pagb.                                                                                        Page. 
Abide  in  me 224    Jesus  lives,  no  longer  now 352 


Advent  Canticle 336 

Ascension  Canticle 338 

Benedic,  Anima  Mea „ 346 

Benedictus 340 

Beyond  the  Smiling ......254 

Blessed  are  the  dead 253 

Bonum  est  Confiteri ,...346 

Cantate  Domino 345 

Christmas  Canticle 336 

Deus  Misereatur 343 

De  Profundis 348 

Domine,  Refugium 344 

Dominus  Regit  me 342 

Easter  Canticle 338 

Gathering  Home 255 

Gloria  in  Excelsis ,....,, „ 1,  349 

Gloria  Patri 349,  352,  354 

Gloria  Tibi 351. 

Good  Friday  Canticle 337 

He  was  wounded 341 


Jubilate  Deo 346 

Just  as  T  am,  without  &c... 350 

Kyrie 350 

Laetatus  Sum 347 

Levavi  oculos 347 

Magnificat 340 

Miserere  Mei  Deus 342 

Nunc  Dimittis.. 341 

Quam  Dilecta 343 

Responses 351,  353 

Sanctus 353 

Seraphic  Hymn 335 

Te  Deum  Laudamus 2 

Ter-Sanctus 334 

The  strain  upraise 3 

Thy  will  be  done 327 

Tris-Agion 335 

Xenite,  exultemus  Domino 344 


I  am  the  Resurrection 348,  351  '  Whit  Sunday  Canticle 


.339 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES, 


Hymn. 

Abide  among  us  with  Thy  grace 107 

Abide  in  me,  0  Lord  and  I  in  Thee 515 

Abide  with  me  fast  falls  the  eventide 279 

Abide  with  U3  the  shades  of  eve 278 

According  to  Thy  gracious  word 539 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 456 

Adore  the  Father  and  the  Son 343 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll 19 

Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave 673 

Alas  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 154 

Alas  what  hourly   dangers  rise 471 

Alleluia,  best  and  sweetest 11 

Alleluia  sing  to  Jesus 266 

Alleluia  song  of  sweetness 267 

All  glory  laud  and  honor, 219 

All  haif  adored  Trinity: 338 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 277 

All  is  o'er — the  pain  the  sorrow 256 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell 606 

All  praise  to  Thee  0  Lord 122 

All  that  I  was  my  sin  my  guilt 374 

Almighty  God  Thy  word  is  cast 158 

Always  with  us  Always  with  us 316 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 475 

And  wilt  Thou,  0,  eternal  God 567 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory 79 

Angels  roll  the  rock  away 258 

Angels  voices  ever  singing 685 

A  parting  hymn  we  sing 532 

Approach  my  soul  the  mercy  seat 732 

Arise,  0  King  of  Grace,  arise 566 

Arm  of  the  Lord  awake,  awake 145 

Art  thou  weary  art  thou  languid 529 

Ascend  Thy  throne  Almighty  King i 146 

As  Jesus  died  and  rose  again 584 

Asleep  in  Jesus  blessed  sleep 574 

As  oft  with  worn  and  weary  feet 388 

As  pants  the  wearied  hart  tor  cooling  springs..444 

ibled  at  Thy  great  command 131 

As  the  sun  doth  daily  rise 638 

A  strong  tower  is  the  Lord  our  God 153 

As  with  gladness  men  of  old 100 

At  even  ere  the  sun  was  set 647 

At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 261 

A  voice  from  the  desert  comes  awful  and  shrill  1 8 

Awake  and  sing  the  song 394 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song 51 

Awake  my  soul  and  with  the  sun 622 

Awake  my  soul  stretch  every  nerve 470 

Awake  my  soul  to  grateful  lays 620 

Beautiful  Sariour,  King  of  Creation 689 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 663 

24 


Htmn. 

Before  the  Lord  we  bow 610 

Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door 165 

Behold  the  sin  atoning  Lamb 168 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone 561 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace 123 

Behold  where  in  a  mortal  form 400 

Be  Thou,  O  God,  exalted  high 5 

Beyond  the  glittering  starry  skies 314 

Beyond  the  smiling  and  the  weeping 593 

Blessed  are  the  dead  who  die  in  the  Lord 591 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God 483 

Blessed  Saviour,  Thee  I  love 246 

Bless  0  my  soul  the  living  God 623 

Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart 80 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 360 

Blest  Comforter  divine 318 

Blest  Jesus  when  my  soaring  thoughts 199 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet  blow 73 

Body  of  Jesus,  oh  sweet  food 522 

Bread  of  heaven  on  Thee  we  feed 547 

Break  thou  the  bread  of  life 517 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion 35 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  76 

Brightly  gleams  our  banner 141 

Brightness  of  the  Fathers  glory 639 

By  Christ  redeemed  in  Christ  restored 531 

By  cool  Siloanvs  shady  rill 498 

By  faith  in  Christ  1  walk  with  God. 370 

By  the  blood  that  flowed  from  Thee 245 

By  the  first  bright  Easter  day 329 

Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation 392 

Calm  on  the  listning  ear  of  night 62 

Captain  of  Israel's  Host  and  guide 472 

Carol,  carol  Christians 703 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters 138 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 482 

Christ  above  all  glory  seated 302 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sing 143 

Christ  is  made  the  sure  foundation 560 

Christ  is  our  corner  stone 562 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  again 264 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day 259 

Christ  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 101 

Come  all  ye  saints  of  God.  676 

Come  at  the  morning  hour 632 

Come  ever  blessed  Spirit  come 507 

Come  every  pious  heart 422 

Come  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 326 

Come  gracious  Lord  descend  and  dwell 752 

Come  happy  souls  approach  your  God 162 

Come  Holy  Spirit  calm  my  mind 528 

Come  Holy  Spirit  come,  Let 321 

Come  Holy  Spirit  come,  With 322 


370 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Hymn. 

Come,  Holy  Spirit  heavenly  Dove 331 

Come,  Jesus  Redeemer,  abide  Thou  with  me. 281 

Come  kingdom  of  our  God 39 

Come  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue 89 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  sougs 537 

Come  let  us  sing  of  Jesus 312 

Come,  0  Creator  Spirit  blest 389 

Come  sound  His  praise  abroad 670 

Come  thou  Almighty  King 448 

Come  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 681 

Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain 740 

Come  unto  me  when  shadows  darkly  gather.  29 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord 438 

Come  ye  disconsolate  where'er  ye  languish. ..190 

Come  ye  thankful  people  come 613 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 385 

Crowu  Him  with  many  crowns 604 

Crown  His  head  with  endless  blessing  25 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness....435 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  15 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above 377 

Dear  Father  to  Thy  mercy  seat 197 

Dear  Lord  I  give  my  heart  to  Thee 506 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul 196 

Dear  Saviour  bless  us  ere  we  go 684 

Dear  Saviour  if  these  lambs  should  stray 504 

Dear  Saviour  we  are  Thine 396 

Dear  Saviour  when  my  thoughts  recall 160 

Depths  of  mercy  can  there  be 180 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 174 

Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing  Lord 683 

Do  not  I  love  Thee  O  my  Lord 350 

Draw  nigh  and  take  the  body  of  the  Lord 520 

Endless  praises  to  our  Lord 709 

Eternal  Beam  of  Light  divine 186 

Eternal  King  enthroned  above 525 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy 93 

Everlasting  arms  of  love 356 

Everything  we  love  and  cherish 590 

Exalted  high  at  God's  right-hand 485 

Fade,  fade  each  earthly  joy 20 

Fading  still  fading  the  last  beam  is  shining  ..650 

Fair  vision  how  thy  distant  gleam 50 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss 363 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence 364 

Far  as  Thy  name  is  known 437 

Far  beyond  all  comprehension 204 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 651 

Father  blessing  every  seed  time 600 

Father  lead  me  day  by  day 716 

Father  of  all  whose  love  profound 339 

Father  of  eternal  grace : 250 

Father  of  mercies  bow  Thine  ear 550 

Father  of  mercies  condescend 548 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love 373 

Father  of  mercies  send  Thy  grace 349 

Father  Oh  hear  me  now 588 

Father  our  hearts  we  lift 83 


Hymn. 

Father,  Son  and  Spirit  hear 336 

Father  'tis  Thine  each  day  to  yield 411 

Father  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 404 

Fierce  raged  the  storm  of  wind 103 

Fierce  raged  the  tempest  o'er  the  deep 105 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be 225 

Forever  with  the  Lord 27 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country 37 

Forth  to  the  land  of  promise  bound..     480 

For  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace... 90 

Forty  days  and  forty  nights 178 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 668 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 667 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 133 

Gently  Lord,  oh  gently  lead  us 589 

Gird  Thy  sword  on  Mighty  Saviour 152 

Give  me  a  sober  mind 450 

Give  thanks  to  God  He  reigns ...624 

Give  us,  oh  Lord,  the  eye  of  faith 367 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 443 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high 7 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high  (chant) 1,  (788) 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father 345 

Glory  be  to  Jesus 229 

Glory,  glory  to  our  King 300 

Glory  to  God  on  high 753 

Glory  to  Thee,  my  God  this  night 641 

Glory  to  Thee,  O  Lord 82 

God  bless  our  native  land 603 

God  bless  the  calm  and  holy  cheer 12 

God  calling  yet  shall  I  not  hear 755 

God  eternal,  Lord  of  all 6 

God  in  His  earthly  temples  lays Ill 

God  is  love  His  mercy  brightens ....359 

God  is  our  refuge  in  distress 431 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 47 

God  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope 155 

God  of  all  power  and  truth  and  grace 391 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace 99 

God  of  my  life  my  morning  song 628 

Go  preach  my  Gospel  saith  the  Lord 552 

Goto  dark  Gethsemane 247 

Grace  'tis  a  charming  sound 398 

Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine 330 

Granted  is  the  Saviour's  prayer 327 

Great  God  attend  while  Zion  sings 621 

Great  God  now  condescend 497 

Great  God  of  nations  now  to  Thee 608 

Great  God  to  Thee  my  evening  song 644 

Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 92 

Great  God  what  do  I  see  and  hear 21 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 612 

Great  Prophet  of  myGod 270 

Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah 200 

Hail!  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord 342 

Hail!  Jesus  Israel's  hope  and  light 45 

Hail  my  ever  blessed  Jesus ...203 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise „ 299 

Hail!  Thou  long  expected  Jesus 70 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES 


371 


Htmn. 

Hail  Thou  once  despised  Jesus 308 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning.  75 

Hail  to  the  Ldrd's  anointed 98 

Halleluia,  Halleluia 266 

Hark  I  a  burst  of  heavenly  music 700 

Hark!  a  thrilling  voice  proclaiming 26 

Hark,  hark,  my  soul ! 701 

Hark  my  soul  it  is  the  Lord 541 

Hark  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 303 

Hark  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes 52 

Hark!  the  herald  angels  sing 61 

Hark  the  song  of  jubilee 57 

Hark!  the  sound  of  angel  voices 68 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  Jesus  calling 137 

Hark !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Hark!  through  the  courts  of  heaven 397 

Hark!  what  mean  those  holy  voices 69 

Hasten  Lord  the  glorious  time 127 

Health  of  the  weak  to  make  them  strong 390 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaveu  declares 582 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims..585 

Heavenly  Father  I  would  pray 523 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies 232 

He  leadeth  me  oh  blessed  thought 465 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives 291 

Here  at  Thy  table  Lord  we  meet 535 

He  reigns  the  Lord  the  Saviour  reigns 32 

Here  O  my  Lord  I  see  Thee  face  to  face 518 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 487 

High  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  notes 7 8 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 675 

Holy  Ghost  dispel  our  sadness 319 

Holy  Ghost  the  Infinite 333 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord 337 

Holy.  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  Almighty 334 

Holy  Jesus  be  my  light 

Holy  night  peaceful  night 702 

Holy  Saviour  we  adore  Thee 60 

Holy  Spirit  faithful  Guide 328 

Honor  and  glory  thanksgiving  and  praise 618 

Hosanna  raise  the  pealing  hymn 9 

Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord 54 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  Light 285 

Hosanna  to  the  royal  Son 116 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 550 

How  blest  the  righteous  when* he  dies. ....... .571 

How  charming  is  the  place 

How  firm  a  foundation'ye  saints  of  the  Lord. 378 

How  oft  alas  this  wretched  heart 156 

How  shall  the  young  Becure  their  hearts 688 

How  sweet  how  heavenly  is  the  sight 662 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 674 

How  tedious  and  titleless  the  hours 

How  welcome  was  the  call 751 

I  am  coming  to  the  cross 730 

I  am  Jesus'  little  lamb 696 

If  Christ  is  mine  then  all  is  mine 289 

I  hear  the  Saviour  say 704 

I   hear  Thy  welcome  voice  722 

I  heard  the  voice  of  731 


flTMN. 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 176 

I  love  Thee  O  most  gracious  Lord 182 

I  love  Thy  kingdom  Lord 436 

I  love  to  hear  the  story 692 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 652 

I  love  to  tell  the  story 711 

In  all  our  wanderings  here  below 491 

I  need  Thee  every  hour 739 

In  some  way  or  other  the  Lord  will  provide.. 749 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 207 

I  saw  the  cross  of  Jesus 712 

Is  thy  cruse  of  comfort  failing 347 

I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree 224 

It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear 63 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old.. .7 19 

I  thirst  Thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God 213 

It  is  not  death  to  die 577 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 717 

I  will  love  Thee  all  my  Treasure 201 

I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer 735 

I  would  not  live  alway 744 

Jerusalem  my  happy  home 55 

Jerusalem  the  golden 36 

Jesus  and  shall  it  ever  be.... 188 

Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day 260 

Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour 691 

Jesus  exalted  far  on  high 477 

Jesus  I  live  to  Thee 452 

Jesus  I  love  Thy  charming  name 64 

Jesus  I  my  cross  have  taken 514 

Jesus  invites  His  saints 543 

Jesus  keep  me  near  the  cross 721 

Jesus  lives  and  so  shall  1 366 

Jesus  lives!    no  longer  now 273 

Jesus  Lord  we  kneel  before  Thee 206 

Jesus  Lord  we  look  to  Thee 484 

Jesus  lover  of  my  soul 177 

Jesus  loves  me,  Jesus  loves  me 690 

Jesus  meek  and  gentle 212 

Jesus  most  loving  Lord 570 

Jesus  most  merciful  and  kind 358 

Jesus  my  Lord  how  rich  Thy  grace 288 

Jesus  my  Lord  my  God  my  All 230 

Jesus  my  Love  my  chief  Delight 488 

Jesus  my  Saviour  look  on  me 687 

my  Shepherd,  let  me  share 292 

Jesus  o'er  the  grave  victorious 307 

Jesus  our  soul's  delightful  choice 371 

Jesus  Refuge  of  the  weary 202 

Jesus  Saviour  pilot  me 725 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 109 

Jesus  tender  Shepherd  hear  me 694 

Jesus  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep 293 

Jesus  the  Spring  of  joys  divine 666 

Jesus  the  very  thought  of  Thee 365 

Jesus  Thou  art  my  Righteousness 473 

Jesus  Thou  Joy  of  lovinghearts 220 

Jesus  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 184 

Jesus  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 183 

Jesus  Thy  Church  with  longing  eyes 33 


372 


INDEX  OF  FIEST  LINES. 


Htmn. 

Jesus  Thy  name  I  love 67V 

Jesus  to  Thy  cross  I  hasten 205 

Jesus  wept,  those  tears  are  over 187 

Jesus  we  sing  Thy  matchless  grace 414 

Jesus,  we  thus  obey 544 

Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet 627 

Jesus  with  all  Thy  saints  above 161 

Join  all  the  glorious  names 421 

Joy  to  the  world  the  Lord  is  come 44 

Just  as  I  am  without  one  plea 166 

Keep  Thou  my  way  0  Lord 469 

Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong 605 

Lead  kindly  Light 464 

Lead  us,  heavenly  Father  lead  us 466 

Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art 294 

Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 429 

Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky 320 

Let  us  adore  the  eternal  Word 538 

Let  us  awake  our  joys 1..306 

Let  Zion  praise  the  mighty  God 607 

Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise 653 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates 344 

Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high 275 

Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrims  heart 445 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 24 

Lights  glittering  morn  bedecks  the  sky 280 

Like  Noah's  weary  dove 439 

Lo!  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending 14 

Look  from  Thy  sphere  of  endless  day 147 

Look  ye  saints  the  sight  is  glorious 304 

Lord  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee 401 

Lord  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing 680 

Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine 508 

Lord  I  am  vile  conceived  in  sin 163 

Lord  I  believe,  Thy  power  I  own 369 

Lord  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 718 

Lord  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 630 

Lord  in  this  Thy  mercy's  day 191 

Lord  in  Thy  name  Thy  servants  plead 598 

Lord  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 375 

Lord  Jesus  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole 736 

Lord  Jesus  when  we  stand  afar 234 

Lord  like  the  publican  I  stand . 403 

Lord  of  glory  Thou  hast  bought  us 346 

Lord  of  Hosts  to  Thee  we  raise 563 

Lord  of  the  harvest  bend  Thine  ear 150 

Lord  of  the  harvest  hear 557 

Lord  of  the  hearts  of  men 119 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 362 

Lord  pour  Thy  Spirit  from,  on  high 549 

Lord  Thine  appointed  servants  bless 551 

Lord  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven 10 

Lord  what  our  ears  have  heard 496 

Lord  we  come  before  Thee  now 540 

Lord  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne 533 

Lord  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  Thee 408 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 102 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 351 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour 656 


Hymn. 

May  we  Thy  precepts  Lord  fulfil 424 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature    com- 
plaints  ♦ 742 

Mighty  Saviour  gracious  King 298 

More  love  to  Thee  O  Christ 354 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 226 

My  country  'tis  of  thee 599 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 734 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 418 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee 407 

My  faith  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave 586 

My  Father's  house  on  high 715 

My  God  accept  my  heart  this  day 502 

My  God  and  is  Thy  table  spread 526 

My  God  how  endless  is  Thy  love 626 

My  God  how  wonderful  Thou  art 410 

My  God  I  love   Thee  not  because 352 

My  God  permit  my  tongue 634 

My  God  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys 380 

My  God  Thy  covenant  of  Love 493 

My  Jesus  as  Thou  wilt 192 

My  Saviour  my  almighty  Friend, 376 

My  Saviour  whom  absent,  I  love 757 

My  sins,  my  sins,   my  Saviour 175 

My  soul  be  on  Thy  guard 463 

My  soul  repeat  His  praise 395 

My  spirit  longs  for  Thee 743 

My  spirit  on  Thy  care 384 

My  times. are  in  Thy  hand 386 

Nearer  my  God  to  Thee 214 

No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 97 

No  more  my  God  I   boast  no  more 492 

No  more  sadness,  no  more  fasting 697 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 189 

Not  by  the  martyr's  death  alone 85 

Not  by  Thy  mighty  hand 120 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord 476 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 355 

Now  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 416 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 654 

Now  I  have  found  a  friend 724 

Now  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise .417 

Now  thank  we  all  our  God „ 601 

Now  with  the  rising  golden  dawn 625 

O  blessed  God  to  Thee  I  raise 665 

O  blessed  Lord  the  earth  is  Thine 597 

O  bless  the  Lord  my  soul 631 

O  blest  Creator,  God  most  high.... 643 

O  bow  thine  ear  Eternal  One 569 

O  bread  to   pilgrims  given 442 

O  Christ  our  true  and  only  light 113 

O  Christ  Redeemer  of  our  race 88 

O  Christ  Thou  glorious  King  we  own 415 

O  come  all  ye  faithful 65 

O  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile 254 

O  come,  O  come  Emanuel 23 

O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth ..423 

O'er  the  distant  mountains  breaking 13 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 140 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


373 


Hymn. 

0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 157 

0  for  ■  faith  that  will  not  shrink 368 

O  tor  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 478 

0  for  a  sweet  inspiring  ray 310 

0  for  a  thousand  tongnes  to  sing 118 

0  for  the  death  of  those 578 

0  garden  of  Olives  thou  dear  favored  spot 228 

:  of  Bethel  by  whose  hand 446 

0  God  our  help  in  ages  past 379 

I  unseen  yet  ever  near 534 

O  God  we  praise  Thee  and  confess 020 

1  who  lovest  to  abide 565 

0  Guardian  of  the  church  divine 4:;:: 

0  had  I  my  Saviour  the  wings  of  a  dove 282 

0  happy  day  that  Btays  my  choice 509 

0  help  us  Lord  each  hour  of  need 195 

O  Holy  Ghosf  Thy  heavenly  dew 324 

O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord....' 340 

O  holy  Lord  our  God 754 

O  Holy  Spirit  come 323 

O  Jesus  God  and  Man 633 

O  Jesus  in  Thy  torture 243 

O  Jesus  King  most  wonderful 108 

O  Jesus  Lord  of  heavenly  grace 309 

O  Jesus  Saviour  of  the  lost 428 

O  Jesus  Thou  art  standing 727 

O  Jesus  Thou  the  beauty  art 420 

O  Lamb  of  God  still  keep  me 242 

O  Light  of  life.  O  Saviour  dear 042 

O  Lord  how  joyful  'tis  to  see 357 

O  Lord  of  health  and  life  what  tongue  can  tell  1 04 

O  Lord  of  hosts  whose  glory  fills 558 

O  Lord  our  God  arise 142 

O  Lord  refresh  Thy  flock 440 

O  Lord  the  wilderness  to  me 233 

O  Lord  when  faith  with  fixed  eyes 231 

O  Love  divine  how  sweet  thou  art 425 

O  Master  it  is  good  to  be 126 

O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem 430 

Once  more  O  Lord  Thy  sign  shall  be 16 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 649 

On  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptistery 46 

On  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand 4  70 

On  Tabors  top  the  Saviour  stands 130 

On  the  fount  of  life  eternal 494 

rd  christian  soldiers 693 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise 56 

O  sacred  head  now  wounded 241 

O  Saviour  of  our  race 40 

O  Saviour  who  at  Nam's  gate 426 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God. 325 

O  tell  me  Thou  life  and  delight  of  my  soul...297 

OThou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows 194 

O  Thou  Majesty  divine 251 

O  Thou  that  hearest  when  sinners  cry 167 

OThou  the  Lord  and  Life  of  those..." 459 

O  Thou  to  whose  all  searching  Bighl 185 

O  Thou  who  by  a  star  didst  guide 72 

O  Thou  who  didst  prepare 726 

O  Thou  who  gavest  Thy  servants  grace 86 

O  Thou  who  makest  souls  to  shine 432  | 


Htmn. 

O  Thou  whose  own  vast  temple  stands 564 

O  Thou  who  through  this  holy  week 223 

Our  blest  Redeemer  ere  He  breathed 296 

Our  country's  voice  is  pleading 134 

Our  God  is  love  and  all  his  saints 348 

Our  heavenly  Father  calls 455 

Our  Lord  hath  arisen  the  tempter  is  foiled... 705 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 311 

Our  sins,  our  sorrows  Lord  were  laid  on  Thee. 253 

O  very  God,  of  very  God 74 

0  what  if  we  are  Christ's 454 

0  where  shall  rest  be  found 28 

O  worship  thy  King  all  glorious  above 406 

Pain  and  toil  are  over  now 252 

Pardoned  through  redeeming'grace 513 

Pass  me  not  O  gentle  Saviour 728 

Planted  in  Christ  the  living  vine 501 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 48 

Praise,  Lord,  for  Thee  in  Zion  waits 669 

Praise  the  Lord  ye  heavens  adore 657 

Praise  to  God  immortal  praise 617 

Praise  to  the  Lord  He  is  King  over  all  the 

creation 619 

Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name 678 

Praise  ye  the  Father  for  His  loving  kindness.     8 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  all  nature  join 664 

Prostrate  dear  Jesus  at  Thy  feet 198 

Redeemed  from  guilt,  Redeemed  from  fears...489 

Rejoice  all  ye  believers 58 

Rejoice  the  Lord  is  King 271 

Rejoice  ye  saints  rejoice  and  praise 96 

Rescue  the  perishing 737 

Resting  from  His  work  to  day 248 

Rest  of  the  weary,  Joy  of  the  sad 218 

Rest  weary  Son  of  God  and  I  with  Thee 249 

Return  O   wanderer  return 758 

Ride  on!  ride  on  in  majesty 222 

Rise  glorious  Conqueror  rise 305 

Rise  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings 468 

Rock  of  Ages  cleft  for  me 208 

Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated 481 

Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus 723 

Safely  through  another  week 637 

Salvation!   oh  the  joyful  sound 117 

Saviour  again  to  Thy  dear  name  we  raise 679 

Saviour  breathe  an  evening  blessing 659 

Saviour  I  follow  on 217 

Saviour  like  a  shepherd  lead  us 295 

Saviour  sprinkle  many  nations 139 

Saviour  Thy  dying  love 215 

Saviour  Thy  gentle  voire 216 

Saviour  when  in  dusl  to  Thee 179 

Saviour  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding 51 1 

See  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stand- 500 

See  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph 301 

See  the  destined  day  arise 244 

Shepherd  offender  youth 512 

Shepherd  of  Thine  Israel  lead  us 07 


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INDEX  OF  FIKST  LINES. 


Hymn. 

Shine  on  our  land  Jehovah  shine 596 

Shout  for  the  blessed  Jesus  reigns 112 

Shout  the  glad  tidings 67 

Show  pity  Lord,  0  Lord  forgive 169 

Sing  of  Jesus  sing  forever 510 

Sing  to  the  Lord  most  high 609 

Sing  to  the  Lord  ye  distant  lands 71 

Sing  them  over  again  to  me 713 

Smile  praisesO  sky.. 706 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 640 

Soldiers  of  Christ  arise 462 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 419 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 59 

Son  of  God  eternal  Word 486 

Sovereign  of  all  the  worlds  on  high 402 

Sow  in  the  morn*  thy  seed 555 

Spirit  divine  attend  our  prayer ' ...332 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus 136 

Summer  ended  harvest  o'er 616 

Sun  of  my  soul  Thou  Saviour  dear 648 

Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  has  borne 240 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 759 

Sweet  the  moments  rich  in  blessing 237 

Swell  the  anthem  raise  the  song 614 

Take  me  O  my  Father  take  me 516 

Take  the  name  of  Jesus  with  you 733 

Take  up  thy  cross  the  Saviour  said 741 

Teach  me  my  God  and  King 121 

Tell  me  the  old,  old  story 710 

Tell  it  out  among  the  nations 132 

Tender  Shepherd,  Thou  hast  stilled 587 

Thanks  be  to  God  for  His  wonderful  love 595 

That  day  of  wrath  that  dreadful  day 17 

That  Easter  tide  with  joy  was  bright 272 

The  ancient  law  departs 95 

The  billows  swell  the  winds  are  high 114 

The  blest  memorials  of  Thy  grief: 536 

The  burden  of  my  sins  O  Lord 211 

The  Church  has  waited  long 42 

The  Church's  one  foundation 441 

The  day  is  past  and  gone ....636 

The  day  of  resurrection 268 

Thee  O  God  we  humbly  praise 341 

Thee  we  adore  eternal  Lord 4 

Thee  we  adore  eternal  name 583 

The  God  of  harvest  praise 602 

The  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 575 

The  God  of  mercy  warns  us  all 164 

The  golden  gates  are  lifted  up 315 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns. 286 
The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  no  want  shall  I 

know 283 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed 262 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 290 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 287 

The  Lord  of  life  is  risen ..257 

The  Lord  who  truly  knows 451 

The  Lord  will  come  the  earth  shall  quake 13 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 135 

The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod 568 


Hymn. 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 579 

There  is  a  blessed  home 714 

There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep 581 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 210 

There  is  a  green  hill  far  away 708 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 661 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 760 

There  is  no  night  in  heaven 580 

There's  a  friend  for  little  children 695 

There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy 747 

The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn 655 

The  Saviour  kindly  calls 495 

The  Saviour  O  what  endless  charms 413 

The  shadows  of  the  evening  hours < 660 

The  solemn  season  calls  us  now 181 

The  Son  of  Man  shall  come 43 

The  strain  upraise ; 3 

The  strife  is  o'er  the  battle  done 263 

The  things  of  the  earth  in  the  earth  let  us  lay  592 
The  voice  of   free    grace   cries    flee    to    the 

mountain 49 

The  voice  that  breathed  o'er  Eden 750 

The  whole  creation  groans  and  waits 427 

The  world  is  very  evil 38 

They're  gathering  homeward  from  every  land.594 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths  Lord  we  love 645 

Thine  forever  God  of  love. 542 

This  child  we  dedicate  to  Thee 505 

This  is  My  body  which  is  given  for  you 519 

This  stone  to  Thee  in  faith  we  lay 559 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high ....313 

Thou  art  my  portion  O  my  God .499 

Thou  art  the  Way;  to  Thee  alone 106 

Thou  by  heavenly  hosts  adored 615 

Though  faint  yet  pursuing 284 

Though  I  speak  with  angel  tongues 353 

Though  troubles  assail 748 

Thou  hidden  source  of  calm  repose 124 

Thou  Lord  of  all  above 172 

Thou  lovely  source  of  true  delight 412 

Thou  loving  Saviour  of  mankind..... 170 

Thou  who  hast  called  us  by  Thy  word 457 

Thou  who  roll'st  the  year  around 91 

Thou  whose  almighty  word 449 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 382 

Through  every  age  eternal  God ■ 573 

Through  Israel's  coasts  in  times  of  old 129 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on...; 646 

Thy  blood,  O  Christ,  hath  made  our  peace....   94 

Thy  mighty  working  mighty  God 658 

Thy  way  not  mine,  O  Lord 1931 

Thy  will  be  done  in  devious  way 745 

Till  He  come  —  O  let  the  words 546 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 110 

'Tis  midnight  and  on  Olive's  brow 235 

To  Christ  the  Prince  of  Peace .'...209 

To  God  the  only  wise 453 

To  Jesus  our  exaulted  Lord 527 

To  the  name  of  our  salvation 77 

To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born 66 

To  Zion's  hill  I  lift  mine  eyes 461 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


375 


Hymn. 

Triumphant  Zion  lift  thy  Dead 434 

'Twas  on  that  dark  and  doleful  night 521 

TJnvail  thy  bosom  faithful  tomb 576 

Uplift  the*  banner  let  it  float 148 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes 393 

Vain  are  the  hopes,  the  sons  of  men 458 

Waken,  Christian  children 699 

Watchman  tell  us  of  the  night 22 

Weeping  will  not  save  me 738 

We  give  Thee  but  Thine  own 361 

We  give  immortal  praise 335 

We,  in  ourselves,  unrighteous  are 460 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 671 

We  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee 635 

We  need  Thee,  Saviour,  when  dear  eyes  are 

closing 30 

Weplough  the  field  and  scatter 611 

We  praise  Thee,  0  God  (Te  Deum) 2 

We  sing  His  love  who  once  was  slain 490 

We  sing  to  Thee,  Thou  Son  of  God 227 

We  stand  in  deep  repentance 530 

We  will  carol  joyfully  707 

What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus 729 

What  grace  O  Lord  and  beauty  shone 399 

What  star  is  this  with  beams  so  bright 128 

What  strange  perplexities  arise 524 

When  all  thy  mercies  O  my  God 409 

When  from  the  city  of  our  God 447 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view 387 

When  His  salvation  bringing 221 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 381 

When  1  survey  the  wondrous  cross  236 

When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still 84 


Hymn. 

When  Lord  to  this  our  western  land 151 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain 87 

When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 255 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief 173 

When  shades  of  night  around  us  close 34 

When  the  faithful  were  assembled 317 

When  Thou  my  righteous  judge  shalt  come..  53 

When  two  friends  on  Easter  day 276 

When  waves  of  trouble 'round  me  roll 383 

When  wounded  sore  the  stricken  soul 159 

Where  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord 682 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks 698 

While  Thee  I  seek  protecting  Power 372 

While  Thou  O  my  God  art  my  Help  and  De- 
fender  115 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array 746 

Who  is  there  like  Thee 720 

Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom 239 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 474 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear 572 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh 171 

With  humble  faith  and  thankful  heart 545 

Within  the  Father's  house 125 

Witness  ye  men  and  angels  now 503 

Work  for  the  night  is  coming, 144 

Ye  choirs  of  new  Jerusalem 274 

Ye  christian  heralds  go  proclaim 553 

Ye  saints  proclaim  abroad 81 

Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim 405 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 554 

Yes  the  Kedeemer  rose 269 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints m  41 

Zion  awake  thy  strength  renew 149 

Zion  the  marvelous  story  be  telling 6T 


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